I had a boyfriend I truly loved. Our meeting was unusual: I fell for my best friend's brother at first sight. Our relationship grew naturally from friendship after he confessed his feelings through his sister.
We became a close-knit foursome, as his sister was dating his best friend. Everything changed when that couple broke up. His sister's depression ended our group outings, and distance bred insecurity.
We attended different grades, and I grew jealous of a girl in his class who clearly liked him. Despite his repeated assurances that he only had eyes for me, my constant questioning wore him down. Our relationship ended, initiated by me in a moment of doubt.
I cried until my eyes were swollen. His sister later told me he had cried too, that I was his first true love, and that he would never forget me. This confirmed his love, but it was too late.
Now at different schools, we rarely meet. When we do, he looks at me with sad eyes and walks away. His sister says I hurt him deeply. I know it was my fault—my insecurity made me let go of someone who truly loved me. He will always be the one I loved and will forever remain in my heart.