I once had a boyfriend named Steve. Steve decided to leave. He was over 35, when I was but 19 years alive, which makes one wonder when we were perceived. When I made this comic, I was 19 years old and had my heart crushed for the very first time by my first big break up. I’ve grown a lot since I drew this. I no longer feel this way about him as I’ve matured and realize just how lopsided the relationship really was. But there is a beauty in the young art of learning and dealing with pain. All typos and mistakes are presented as they were originally published.