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note no. 2

To my dearest,

No matter how I want to stop on those cliché lines, I wouldn't since you love them too much. Thanks for being brave to continue. If there's something I know about Luke Hemmings, is that he's brave, perfectly imperfect and will do anything for anyone. Not anyone but you get what I mean.

I sitting right now where we met, on the end of the library. Right now, I'm sightseeing the places where we had our memorable milestones. I used to think sometimes, what if I never met you? What if I had no reason to live? What if I went with my decision to go to the café instead of the library.

It amazes me to think about fate. Wise people say that good choice or not, something great will happen eventually. And that great thing is you.

When we hold hands in the hallway, popular girls would say why would you pick me instead of others. Victoria's Secret bodies and faces, that's the perfect image of a perfect girlfriend to boys. But you showed me a different light of you when you said, "You're not perfect but your imperfections make you one."

I'll admit I get insecure. I get insecure of the other girls. I get insecure of miss little perfect Audrey Crimson. Hell, I get insecure of my lab partner. Besides who would like a pale, short, brown haired girl who always wear sweatpants and beanies when they can have perfect skin tones, perfect body, perfect grades, perfect personality, perfect everything. Huh, how many times have I mentioned perfect in this letter yet I'm still not one?

But as they say, actions speak louder than words. Or at least what Gotta Be You by 1D says. I remember when you came by my house one day. Let me tell you the whole story:

"Babe you in here?" You knocked on my door. But I was so stupid to even lock it.

You opened the door so quickly I don't even had the chance to wipe my mascara off. God, why did I even bother to do make-up? Oh yeah, to try to be the girlfriend every guy wants her girl to be. And to piss off Audrey.

"What happened? Why did you run off from gym like that?"

"Because it's gym, dork. We're expected to run and exercise." I let out a forced laugh but tears came down again when I remember what happened.

You gave me a 'really?' look. "Cece, what happened?" Usually when you say my full name, I think all of the possibly bad things I've done. But in our relationship, Cece and Lukey are our alarms that the other isn't joking.

"It's just that, people are jealous of us. To the highest point where people like Audrey and her friends would hit you volleyballs when you aren't looking and crawling back home, glasses destroyed, ponytail sloppy, and clothes dirty like you came back from war." I pat myself mentally on the back. I managed to tell all of it without breaking down.

Your expression soften, from serious to a boy looking at dead puppies. You wiped your tears and kissed my head softly. "You're perfect. Girls are jealous because you have a special place in my heart that no one would ever replace. Don't you ever forget that."

And it took me thousands of courage to lean my head, kissing you.

That pretty much tells what happened that day or how I lost my first kiss. Except you ditched school, got me Ben & Jerry's and watched a marathon of Nicholas Sparks' movies.

Perfect boyfriends to Audrey are the ones who would buy them a new car. But to me, you bought me food I crave for and tampons when it's that time of the month again at a crappy old convenience store late at night which took you a long walk and not embarrassed when people shoot you dirty looks.

I hope you stick around till the next note.

Your perfectly imperfect girlfriend,
Gracie