happy valentine.
my first boyfriend and I made each other valentines that had tigers on them. our first date was the weekend before valentines day. his tiger was better than mine. he was better at everything.
he cheated on me with his ex. I pretended to be sad and hurt but the truth was I didn't care. I didn't love him, I liked spending time with him but sometimes his utter inability to challenge me (he was a nurturer when I didn't want to be nurtured) was frustrating. So I told him we should stop seeing eachother. He pouted around school for weeks and then I started to feel bad.
that feels like forever ago.