I used to date this boy named Jake. He was so wonderful to me, and he loved me. We dated from 7th grade to 9th grade. I know many will say that is too young to know love for real. But we did and I don't care if you believe me or not. We had been best friends since 5th grade and I could've sworn we would stay together forever. Easy to believe, right? I know, it was dumb of me, but we went really far. And I really loved him. Then high school rolled around. He started talking to this other girl, in this story I'll use a fake name. Her name was Torri. Torri and Jake started talking a lot, and they would even openly flirt right in front of me. I would get very upset because I was jealous. Jake told me there was nothing to be jealous of and that they were just friends. He blew me off twice to hang out with her, and one time he was wearing her bracelet. He would act very touchy if I wanted to play around with his phone and be cute and I found it very suspicious. But I loved him and didn't want to make him angry so I tried to act like I didn't really care. In October of 9th grade he told me he was THINKING about breaking up with me. He didn't even do it for real. I was of course freaking out because I didn't know how I was supposed to respond to that. I tried to pretend that things were normal, but to be honest, from that point on I knew things weren't normal. In November he broke up with me over text on a Saturday and I got 2 hours of sleep. The very next day he asked me out again (over text). 2 days after we started going out again, he told me that I was irritating and clingy. In December he broke up with me over text again which was the final time. It was a week before the winter dance at our school and since he felt bad about breaking up with me, he said he'd hang out with me instead of going to the dance. He promised actually. I was happy that he was still trying to be my friend and I was excited to maybe patch up our relationship. A few days later he texts me and tells me that he is going to take Torri to the dance. I was crushed. But I am still madly and crazily in love with him. Not as terribly as before, but I do still care about him. I think he is wonderful, despite how I just described him. Before any of the high school nonsense happened, he was such a sweetheart. I wish I could just get him off of my mind for good. Is there something wrong with me for still loving him??