Well the little bit I will tell you, with this being anonymous and all that.
I'm 17 and he was 18 and we'd been together for just under 2 years. We met while on Duke of Edinburgh, he was a Gold, I was a Silver and it went on from there. He was my first love, I was his and we shared everything together from all our firsts to our dogs dying of the same thing within 2 weeks of each other. He was my best friend for those two years, he knew me better than anyone in the world. Something obviously went wrong and when he left for uni we started to argue more and see each other less. He broke up with me a few weeks and ago and I started this blog a few days later in the hope that it would help me to move on.
