I remember when my first boyfriend broke up with me. He left a letter in my locker, he didn't have the guts to tell me face to face that he had cheated on me and was seeing an old friend of mine. I cried and cried and cried. At school, at home, at the bus... I cried everywhere. Every night I listened to sad sad songs and wrote letters that were never delivered. I cried for about three months. It hurt. It hurt really bad. But now it seems that it was a good idea to let myself suffer so much. It was part of the experience.

As we grow up, people will come and go until we find the ones who will be there to stay. Some people appear at the right place and time to teach us something, to help us through certain situations, to fulfill a task in our lives. Then they'll just go. And when their time comes to go and look for new experiences with new people, we will start fighting for anything and everything. The real reason is that we don't fit anymore, that we don't need each other anymore, that something deep inside of us is telling us to go to the next chapter in our lives.

If it's any consolation, my first boyfriend and I are still very good friends, and we were together more than 15 years ago. We could establish a very good friendship just a few months after we broke up. First love may be the most sincere, so if based on friendship and honesty, you can be friends forever as long as you understand you have to grow and go your separate ways. At least until you can tell if you are meant to be forever... Or not.

Be strong and let yourself live all of this. I assure you it will never be the same.