How To Get Your Ex Boyfriend Back In High School

When my boyfriend of two years broke up with me, I was completely devastated. All I did was stay in my room, cry and think about all the good times (and some of the bad times!) we shared. I tried to get over it, trust me I did.

My friends did their best to get me out of my depression, but they only made it worse. Finally I decided that enough was enough and I had to do something about the situation.

So I stopped crying. I decided that enough was enough, I couldn’t be depressed anymore. I couldn’t let him see that my heart was bleeding for him.

I felt hollow inside but I put up my best front and walked by him in the school hallways as though I did not have a care in the world.

Trust me; there were times when I felt like bursting out into laughter. The expressions on his face were comical!

I realized that this would make him think I had managed to come to terms with his rejection. Now was the time to casually saunter up to him and talk to him once in a while.

I did just that and told him that though we were broken up, since we were part of the same friends’ circle it would be best for everyone if we remained friends and hung out once in a while.

I acted as though I were completely nonchalant when I meet up with him. An important tip here, don’t even think about pressurizing him into getting back with you, this is probably the worst thing you can do.

Look your best though, we all know that love is war and you need to be well-equipped for it! Oh and keep your meetings short.

Moreover, when you hang out with mutual friends talk to the others more than you talk to him and don’t be obvious about it. It must look completely natural.

I followed this routine for about two months. I also spoke to my boyfriend’s best buddy about how we were coping. Good thing I knew he was as miserable as I was, because otherwise I would have never found the strength to go on with the plan.

One fine day, I woke up to find him in my bed-room; he had sneaked in though my window and was standing at the foot of my bed with a rose.

I knew what that meant and I can safely tell you it was the happiest day of my life. I had my “jerk” back.

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