I think never. We were 16. I think I was in love since the first time our hands touched. It only lasted two months. I ended it because he was cheating. He didn’t fight it and let me go but when I was about to start dating someone else he would re-appear and led me on. He even messaged me when I was a newlywed and pregnant with my first baby. And then he moved to another country. I thought that was the end, that I would forget. I wish to God that I didn’t loved him, that I never met him. I have never gotten over him (I’m 33 now). I still wonder how would my life be with him. I understand now that he was an asshole, I know that I’m better off without him, but some nights I dream of him and wake up in tears, I remember that he hurt me deeply and I pray for him, I ask God to look after him wherever he is and to help me forget.