The last time a real life boyfriend broke my heart I was 15. I thought he was the coolest person on earth, my best friend and I used to follow him around town, having a go on his BMX and taking an occasional toke of weed. I was gutted for a week, until GCSE stress took over.
One of my favorite ally’s in the world of single, Blake, responds to my post The Ten Commandments of Being Single:
the holy fail 