Broken Heart

My names Andrea. His names Carlos. I was so completely in love with him. We only dated for a month but it was the best month of my life. We started dating on January 27th. On Valentine’s Day, he bought me a chocolate rose, a peanut butter heart, and a huge teddy bear. I hadn’t had a Valentine in years. Carlos gave me hope. He made me feel like I wasn’t going to be alone my whole life. I thought we were going to last forever. I was wrong. He broke up with me on February 25th. He told me he didn’t feel the same about us. He lost feelings. Every time I thought about it, I cried. I didn’t eat three meals a day anymore. It was a good day if I ate one. I guess I just let myself trust him. Something I swore I would never do after my last boyfriend. There was just something different about him. Something that made me want to trust him. When we broke up, he was a total jerk. He said we were friends but I knew we weren’t. We stopped talking. I hated feeling this way about him. I started talking to other guys. They were sending me mixed signals, though. It's March 4th right now. I haven’t cried in a week. I want to really bad but I just keep it in. I don’t think I could ever be in a relationship again after him. I’m afraid to let anyone in. What if they all lose feelings? I go around school and act like everything is okay. My friends occasionally ask if I’m okay. I lie and tell them yes. Little do they know, I’m dying on the inside. He is constantly on my mind. I wish I still had him. I wish he still loved me.