We started dating August 22, 2014, the spring of my junior year and his sophomore. He’s almost 10 months younger than me. I’m just now starting to write about him because I’ve never really known what to say. He knows the interworking of my brain, the foods I despise, jokes I love, my goals and dreams, my relationship with my family, and even my deepest secrets.
He knows me like no other, I love him to pieces. As much as I’d like to be with him, I can’t. He’s lied to my face about big things three different times. We’re still very close, but I could never be in a relationship with him again.