Something for You, B.

Dear B, 

I have personally known you for like what, 50 years already. It started when I transferred to the high school you were attending to. I was 13 then, and you--uh, I didn't know. I didn't because I didn't care. For me, you were just one of those guys with those girls, flirting and always showing-off. But not until I bumped into you in the locker area. It was purely accidental. I swear I did not mean to spill that coffee on your shirt. I was just in a hurry because I was late for my class. 

I wasn't expecting you would be nice to me after that spillage thing. 

Oh I forgot to mention you were with her. Yes, that not-pretty-yet-attractive-for-some-reasons-I-didn't-know girl, who I assumed was your girlfriend. Well it seemed you two had issues, I could tell by the look on her face. 

Anyway. 

After months, I heard she dumped you. I hate to say this but, I thought you were the perfect couple. I guessed there was always an end to everything-- even if it seemed perfect.

Summer vacation. 

It was dull for me. I used to have plans with my friends during summer until I went away and transferred. So I just stayed at home, and did nothing. 

Summer passed by so slowly.

School days came.

We were juniors then. 

To my surprise, you became my classmate in home-ec. You were the only person I knew in the room so I approached you. Well, there was another reason why I did. I gained interest in you since the day I spilled coffee on you. And "interested" not in a flirt way.

It is getting really late now B. I will continue writing this letter tomorrow. 

D