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Another love letter: Insert.
I have two today, one for now, one for later.
It feels like time slows down the closer I get to revealing myself, even though I hope that day never comes. Am I prepared for a relationship? Was I going into this situation without one piece of my sanity? I didn't want to be unsure of it when the day comes when I must face rejection or acceptance. I love Sunoo more than... hm, not myself because that's not very self-accepting of me...
But I love him more than mint chocolate ice cream.
If he loves me more than mint chocolate ice cream, heavens, give me a sign!
Maybe you could like, have him pop up in front of me and give me something-
"Park Areum~!" I hear down the hallway, causing me to widen my eyes. I shove the letter closer inside the locker, shutting it before slamming my face into the wall. I close my eyes tightly as his footsteps near, and suddenly, his quiet giggle resounds my corner. "She must be sleepy. Or, she's hiding from me, but I'll choose the other."
His arm just barely touches mine, and soon enough, his head lays upon mine. "Nothing wrong with a minute of resting eyes, right? After all, AP Literature is only a door away."
Yes, it wasn't morning anymore. The boy had been guarding his locker all day, which kept me away from him all day. The letter had been tucked in my uniform blazer's pocket, hidden away from his nosy eyes and his lavish- I mean, tempting smile. The more he had decided to be in quick pursuit, the more I had to hesitate. Maybe he was getting closer! What did that mean? That means... well, I'm doomed!
Of course, only in the sense that if he does find out and doesn't feel the same way, the crack between us would break more than it would if we broke up while dating. However, those fantasies can await for bedtime, when I need something to cry for. (However, breaking up with my best friend at this moment seems a bit too extreme...)
"Areum?" I was about to respond to him, if not pretending that I am asleep. I would've probably had a fluster and gotten nervous, wondering how I had awakened by the easy announcement of my name. "You're special, Areum... a good, happy, type of special."
