So in two months it makes it a year since my first ever boyfriend ripped my heart out of my chest. Sad I know… I was 28 when I had my first boyfriend, my first love, my first relationship… and I wish with everything that I was that I had dated in my teen years like everyone else. So that I would be able to know how to let go. How to get over him and move on. They say that time heals all wounds. That it will get better but how long until it gets better? I shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t want him to take me back. Even knowing that he doesn’t want me back. That he just keeps leading me on over and over again. I’m better than that. I’m worth more than that. The worse part is I know this and yet I still let it happen. I let it happen and I just… I hate myself.

How do I move on?