Guest Writer Dear Luke Simon,
I was in 7th grade then, I had no friends within the class, we were never close, and we never sitted beside each other, but that one time we did — I remember how things slowed, as if one in the movies, and my heart thunderous. Hysteric, I looked around to see if someone could hear it, relieved there’s none. Man, that was the longest one hour subject period in my entire life.
And when someone found my name and a classmate’s name being tried on in this famous match-probability test called “FLAMES” in my notebook, I could die of embarrassment. Nevertheless, I formed a conversation with that classmate, but you came in between, and started to call a fight with him. Oh, I’d always like to think you were jealous. And without realizing it, maybe you were my first love.
Then I transfered school, you did too. Three years after, I saw you, things slowed just like before, the only difference– you’re with the person I have found you to be in a relationship with. Years passed, and we are third year in college now. You guys are going strong being in more than six years of relationship.
Still, here you are, crossing my mind again. And here I am, thinking of how sure I am you were my first love. What was I not sure of, however, was… us.
Happy when you are,
Julia Carmen
To our sender, may you still love more completely when the real thing comes along. Keep going, brave-heart!
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