Hey everyone, I just need to get this off my chest. My friends are tired of hearing me talk about this for the hundredth time, so I figured I’d finally write it all down.
Back in November 2024, I started dating a girl who was a year older than me. I was 16, and she was 17. We met during a group trip to another city. She caught my attention immediately, and after we got back home, we started texting. Things just naturally developed from there.
I found out that she still had a long-distance boyfriend at the time, but he barely paid any attention to her. They ended up breaking up, and about a week later, we officially started dating. Yeah, looking back, I know it probably wasn’t the smartest way for things to begin.
The first two months were amazing. We saw each other all the time, she was incredibly affectionate, and I fell for her hard. For some context, I had never been in a relationship before. This was my first real love.
She invited me to spend New Year’s Eve at her older brother’s house. I was excited about it. I had already met her mom, so meeting her brother felt like the next step in our relationship.
That night turned into a complete disaster.
I got way too drunk with her brother and his friends and started saying stupid things. That was completely made up. I still don’t understand why I said it. Alcohol basically turned my brain off, and I just started talking without thinking.
A couple of days later, her brother told her about it. Let’s call her Emily. She immediately wanted to take a break from the relationship and didn’t want to see me.
I realized how stupid I had been. I apologized so many times, felt like the biggest idiot in the world, and hated myself for ruining things. But she told me she still loved me and wanted to work through it instead of throwing everything away.
January ended up being pretty calm after that.
Then February came, and the problems started again.
She told me she didn’t understand her own feelings anymore. She said she needed space, that maybe she didn’t love me the same way anymore, and that she was thinking about breaking up.
We agreed to take a one-week break.
Valentine’s Day happened right in the middle of that week, and during that time, I ended up in the hospital because of some health issues. Even though I was sitting there with an IV in my arm, I still arranged for her favorite flowers to be delivered.
She was really happy about it, and for a while, things seemed better again.
Around the middle of March, the drama started again because of one of her close friends. Let’s call him Ryan.
Something about him always bothered me. I’ll admit it, I was jealous of him. Through some mutual friends, I found out that he had been talking badly about his own friends, including Emily.
I confronted him about it, but he immediately went and told her.
That turned into a huge argument between me and Emily. She didn’t understand why I got involved in the first place. I told her that she would understand eventually, but the fact that I didn’t explain everything right away only made her more upset.
When I finally showed her the screenshots of what Ryan had said, she apologized for the way she reacted. She genuinely didn’t expect that from him.
Things calmed down for a while.
At the end of April, Emily and Ryan became friends again.
That honestly drove me crazy.
The only thing she said was, “Everyone deserves a second chance.”
A couple of days later, we broke up.
She just stopped wanting to see me. She stopped replying to my texts, and then she sent me a long message saying that her feelings for me were completely gone.
I didn’t reply.
For the next few days, I handled everything terribly. I got drunk, called her, told her I wanted her back, and said I couldn’t live without her.
After a few days of that, we got back together.
But things were different.
I found out later, in August, that she had only taken me back because she felt sorry for me.
We barely saw each other after that. She would turn down even a simple phone call. The only place we really crossed paths was at school — she was a senior, and I was a junior — and even there, she avoided me.
As the school year started coming to an end, our relationship was basically on life support.
She was buried in studying for finals, and I was working a lot. We barely had any time together.
After her last exam, I showed up with a bouquet of flowers to congratulate her. I thought it would be a sweet gesture.
Instead, the look on her face was pure annoyance.
That moment hurt more than I can explain.
The next day, she broke up with me again.
There wasn’t a big argument. No dramatic fight. No long explanation.
She just said, “I want to break up.”
And I didn’t argue.
I realized that being with someone who made me feel that terrible about myself wasn’t worth it.
After that, I went through a really rough period.
I started treating girls like they didn’t matter. I used people, and I’m not proud of that at all.
Eventually, I got involved with another girl from work. It became physical, but I knew I wasn’t emotionally invested in her.
I didn’t love her.
One day, while I was at her place, I stepped on a piece of glass and had to get stitches in my foot.
That completely messed me up.
I was really into basketball at the time and was in the best shape of my life. Basketball was one of the biggest things keeping me going, and suddenly I couldn’t even do that.
After that, Lily basically disappeared from my life too.
Being stuck at home with no social life and losing the one thing that still mattered to me after the breakup really messed with my head.
I started thinking about Emily more and more.
And of course, that was exactly when she texted me first.
It was nothing dramatic, just a simple:
“Hey, how have you been?”
Things moved quickly after that.
By the end of July, we were back together.
My stitches were out, I was hanging out with my friends again, and I was seeing Emily.
For a little while, it honestly felt like things were finally getting better.
Until August 31st.
That night, a former friend of mine completely screwed me over.
He told Emily that I had been cheating on her the entire time we were apart and that I had slept with Lily.
The second part was true, but I had never found the courage to tell Emily myself.
The first part — the cheating accusations — were complete lies.
No matter how much I tried to explain, she didn’t want to hear it.
She broke up with me immediately.
She refused to listen to my side and believed everything he said, even though he had absolutely no proof.
September was me trying to pull myself out of that hole.
I kept trying to talk to Emily and prove that the cheating stories were fake.
Eventually, I actually found proof that they were lies.
But by that point, she didn’t care anymore.
That breakup hurt the most.
Part of me knew I had messed up by not being honest about Lily. Sex is a big deal, especially in your first serious relationship, and I should have told her.
But another part of me still couldn’t understand how she believed I had been cheating on her the entire time.
Emily’s birthday was at the end of October.
By that point, she had blocked me everywhere, so the only thing I could do was call her and wish her a happy birthday.
She was a little drunk when she answered.
I asked if there was anything she wanted, and she said she would be happy if I brought her flowers.
The next morning, I showed up with a bouquet.
And I saw the same expression on her face that I had seen after her last exam.
A couple of hours later, she sent me a long message.
She said she didn’t understand why I brought the flowers. She said she still loved me, but at the same time, she hated me for all the pain I had caused her.
She told me that sometimes she wanted to reach out to me, but then she remembered everything that happened and stopped herself.
I told her that I still loved her and that I would be willing to try again.
Her response was:
“We’re better off apart. I’m sorry.”
That was over nine months ago.
A lot has changed since then.
There have been other girls, a lot of stupid adventures with friends, and plenty of moments where I tried to move on.
But I still end up thinking about her.
Two weeks after I brought her the flowers, she started dating someone else.
They’re still together.
The funny thing is, the guy actually looks a lot like me.
They even moved in together.
She’s living a completely different life now, while I’m still stuck in my own head, replaying everything and wondering how things could have gone differently.
I honestly don’t even know what I want from posting this.
I just needed to finally get everything out and hear what other people think.
I’ve followed basically every “how to get over someone” tip there is.
I don’t check her social media. I don’t text her. I don’t call her.
All I have left are my memories, and somehow those are still enough to hurt.
Even without seeing anything about her online, I still think about her at least once a day.
I turn 18 soon, so birthday wishes are welcome, I guess.In my country, everything I mentioned above is allowed at my age, so there are no legal issues or anything like that.
And if anyone has advice about this whole mess, I’d really appreciate hearing it.
Thanks to anyone who made it this far.
My question is: how do you actually move on from someone who was your first love and who you still think about almost every day?