we got together. he would say i love you, and i would tell him we were going too fast. he kept saying it, and one day i said it back. we said it every day with our goodbyes.

we were together for 18 days.

he was over me, tired of his shiny new toy. he said we should just be friends, but we both knew that wouldn't work. how could you be friends with someone who you gave your all to, then they kicked it aside like it was no big deal?

he broke up with me friday night. i was going to invite him to the roller rink, our first date.

it was a three day weekend. i thought i was over him, i had cried, moved on. i sort of understood where he was coming from.

on the day we got back from the weekend, i saw her with him. he had bought her flowers. he kissed her. they were only dating for a day, and he had already come to school with flowers. he is probably buying her lotion and jewelry and perfume, the things he said he would get me.

he hardly waited until we had broken up. he was hanging out with her, doing things with her. earlier the friday he broke up with me he never told me he loved me, he hung out with her more than ever.

it hurt, how he looked at her, how happy they are. i want to be over it, to have moved on, to be happy for them, but im just so dissapionted.

i never really thought love was practical anyways, but it just hurts my whole insides, my being, when i see him in class or with her.

18 days.

so much for my first boyfriend.