It's really not a very interesting story. I like this guy a lot. And I thought he liked me a lot, but in truth he didn't really like me at all. He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion. So I made a fool of myself, even though I didn't realize it at that time. I was so devoted to him. And he didn't care.