It had 7 months since she saw him last, she should be over it, over him. To anyone one else but herself it would appear that she was over him. She continued on with a smile on her face, dating other boys.
But every time she went out, she would compare them to him. She knew she wasn't over him. A part of her knew she would always love egomaniac that he was. She would always picture his face in the back of her mind. Feel the kiss on her lips. She'd always regret breaking up with him. The look when she did will always haunt her. He cared for her, she knew that. Yet she let him go. What was it for? She judged him for being a jerk.
But did he truly know any different? His whole life he had thing handed to him. When he said jump people said," How high?" Everything was handed to him on a silver platter. So was it a surprise when he didn't know how to be normal. Deep down she knew the breakup wasn't just him. She was scared because she falling for him. So she ended it before she could allow herself to get her heart broken. But it broke any way and it was her fault.
She knew he was a good person. He just did not know how to show it sometimes, so he came off as a jerk. It broke her heart when they agreed to be friends. Not that disliked him. No, it was because she wanted more. But then, she thought, being friends was better than nothing, better than not having him in her life at all. She chose to ignore her heart and let him go. But secretly she knew Jake was the one she'd always love. The one she pushed away.