I brole up with my boyfriend because he cheated on me. But even after that, I still had some feelings of love toward him. I've known him for as long as ten years and I thought that I knew a lot about him. I guess I was wrong about him. I still see him and he keeps trying to get back with me. But it's no use. Once a cheater, always a cheater I say. But that's okay. I'm focusing on my schoolwork for now. I believe that love is real, but for now, I'll focus on the more physical things in life.
