I met a girl when I was 14 years old, and I’m gonna sound like a dumb kid, but I was pretty certain that I was gonna spend the rest of my life with her. That was not the case. We broke up after about two-and-a-half years, and it didn’t end well.
I ended up moving states to create a bit of distance. We’ve been on again, off again for almost three years since we broke up, only seeing each other maybe twice in that time. We’ve left partners for each other, and for some delusional reason, think we are both meant to be together, even though the odds are stacked against us.