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Me (22F) and my HS sweetheart (22M) met at 16. We were together for two years. We were THE couple in our school, we were so deeply in love. When it’s your first live you think that whatever you have is the norm, and that there’s more of it in the world.

I ended up leaving him when I got into college because I wanted to try being single and to be honest, just having sex with someone different. I assumed some day, I’d find something better.

Since then, I’ve had boyfriends and hook ups. But I always end up comparing it all to him. None of my boyfriends have ever compared to the love he made me feel. No one has ever made me feel that sexy. He made me feel the best about myself. And I couldn’t believe what we had was real. The sex, though size wasn’t amazing, I remember it always had the right foreplay- that I can’t get any of my sexual partners to repeat. I wonder if i was just turned on because I was 16 or it was actually that good.

Anyways. We don’t talk anymore. His current fiancé that he met months after I dumped him really hates me so we weren’t able to be friends on any social media.

I kept randomly having dreams about him despite being in a relationship. It’s really weird, since I really haven’t normally thought of him that much.
Every now and then I would look up his social media, and today I found the link to their wedding website.

It’s today. January 15th.

My family always wanted us to end up together. I think I always assumed we would.

I miss him, I really fucked up Marc.