When relationships start at school. It’s cute. Being able to walk each other to classes, hold hands in front of everybody, go to dances together and make people jealous. It’s really cute. But once that flame blows out, and you two break up, it’s hell. Seeing him or her everyday for the rest of the school year, talking, flirting with other people. Noticing them everywhere, watching the memories replay in your head. How can you possibly take that sort of pain?