You say you love me, that I’m beautiful, smart, funny and you’ll love me forever. You tell me you’ll miss me while I go to camp for three weeks and then I come back all excited to see you and find out you cheated on me with a girl you met one time. You made out with her and told everyone she was the one. I talked to you to try to figure out what I did wrong and you tell me that she’s better, that you pick her over me and that you love that she lets you go to second base and much farther. The best part? She’s 17 and you’re 13.