12 things i loved about you

1.

My senior year in high school and I still have notes from anonymous admirers kept in my locker. I mean, I thought after junior year no one cares about you anymore because you are old and about to leave anyways. More than once a day I'd get a folded paper in my locker. I'd ask my friend, Blake, who was supposedly an expert in those aspects, and what he says was simple, too simple for someone called an expert;

"It's normal Cole, this is the time your locker should get scrambled up with notes. Either from admirers, because you're too gorgeous and they want a piece of you, or from haters or that one person you bumped past in the hall and didn't apologize."

I'd shake my head and ask. "Do you get any?"

He'd look at me and hiss. "I thought I was giving you my brand of expertise, when did this become an interview on my life?"

Throughout the time, I'd make nothing of it. Read through it, laugh at what was written in it, and take it home to keep in a box I got, to store all the letters, it just felt wrong throwing them away. I never thought anything of it, never tried to find the person writing them, until one day when I got an entire notebook in my locker.

A whole notebook of a letter. Someone took their time to write this and drop it off in my locker. What was it about? I was curious and wanted to read it at that moment. I realized that it had to be someone I know, someone who had the combination to my locker because, unlike the papers, the notebook won't pass through the little opening at the bottom of the locker. Who was it? And I got my answer immediately after I opened the book, which was fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen seconds ago.

I waited, and went through my day today, thinking about what the person had written in their letter, what word they used to address me. Why did they send an entire letter? I couldn't concentrate in class as I was eager for the whole day to end so I could get back home. Which it did, and I opened the book.

From the first page, I knew who it was who had my combination, the one who took their time to write all this for me. On that first page, it was written boldly and in black ink:

"12 things I loved about you."

The words were very vivid. I had no problems reading what was written on it. It was written with calmness and precision. It belonged to none other than my ex-girlfriend, Karen Heyford.

She designed the page with tiny red hearts all around. And then at the bottom right corner, she wrote:

"With very snippet of love, Karen."

I was wondering and a little bit scared as to why my ex-girlfriend would take the time and effort to write about things she liked about me.

she was leaving the country with her parents, they wanted to start a new, so they flew out of the country. At least that's what I tell myself to make me feel better. After she left I was lost and confused and I very much well understood why she left at the same time. It's been two weeks, so it has to be one of her friends that dropped the notebook. I loved her.

I closed the book immediately and quickly head down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, I knew I was going to need it. I dropped the glass of water on the nightstand and lay on the bed with the book in my hands. It was just around 5:30 pm and the sun was starting to disappear in the clouds that were forming in the sky. And a cold breeze blew the curtains of my window. I took a deep breath and opened to the next page...

The way you looked.

I remembered stepping into the class on my first day at Epic High. It was so much to take in. The teacher, Mr. James, had given me the room to greet and introduce myself to everyone. I was so shy and nervous. I choked on my breath before I could even utter a single word. Everyone in the class had their eyes peeling into my skin that day.