To Whome it May Concern...

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I haven't thought about that box in years.

My name is Asahi and I'm 18 years old. When we were younger me and my best friend, Haru, would send letters to each other each night. Not like formal letters, more like writing sentences on paper and turning them into paper airplanes. But now we rarely do that anymore. Maybe it's because we're graduating high school soon, or that college preparations are taking up most of our time. Either way we just suddenly stopped one day. But even when we were younger I would keep every single letter we've sent to each other in a small box and kept it underneath my bed.

That box contained every single paper plane thrown, every doodle, every late night conversation we had. It's been a while though. Every time I look at that box it reminds me of that night when Haru fell out of his window just to grab that flimsy paper plane I made. The way he smiled at me that night made me feel something I've never felt before.

It was love

Supposedly I've felt it before and never noticed it, but that night made it loud and clear that I was in love with my best friend. Not the kind of love where it's just some silly old crush, the kind of love that makes me want to hold him close to me tightly and never let go. The kind of love that makes me want to spend every minute with him. The kind of love where I can kiss him and feel free of all burdens.

But alas, I can only dream so much

But dreams can still come true right? I've spent pretty much my entire life with him already. But if dreams do come true, then it would be different. We wouldn't be "just friends" like we've always been, we would be... like... a real couple.

Of course, I'm just romanticizing all of this. Currently, the date is March 15 and me and Haru are graduating in less than two weeks. And in two days the college acceptances lists come out. We both applied for the same college, like we promised when we first started high school. I'm hoping with all I've got that we both get in together, or I don't know what might happen...

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