I wish I knew everything I know now when I was 17. I would have been able to not worry as much and to have taken it easy. I would have known who my real friends were and how to have dealt with fake friends. I would know how to deal with boys.. because I didn't have a clue how, and realistically I still dont. My life hasn't always been easy with boys. There has been many heart breaks and dumb relationships I've stayed in. But to this day, my first heart break will always be the one that hit me the hardest. My first heart break sucked ass.

Here's a little back story of myself at the moment. Currently I am employed as a teacher at a private school in New York City and am also a speech therapist on the side. I have an awesome little apartment right beside central park that I share with my lovely Dalmatian Noel. Sounds great right? Hence how I only share my apartment with my dog. I am a 29 year old woman with no luck at love. I've been set up on blind dates by many of my friends and have met a couple of single dads through the school, but nothings ever lasted long. I'm unable to keep a relationship. Ever. But really its not me, it's everyone ive dated. They are all not the right person for me. The first person that was right got taken away from me when I was in the eleventh grade. Pathetic I know.

Meeting the perfect boy only happens once in your life, so when you meet him, you don't want to let him go. Until some little brat steals him and takes him to another country.. but ill explain that later. Brandon Newman and I knew each other from when we were little kids. We coincedently used to attend summer camps together and moved apart for a while. It just so happened that in the 11th grade he transfered to my school. He and i had first period gym together and began to come closer and closer. Eventually he and i ended up dating. We were the couple everyone was envious of in high school because we were literally just perfect for eachother.