With Love, Lara Jean.

Chapter 01

Dear Peter,

I used to write you a love a letter – a goodbye love letter before. And, I did it again after we broke up. Well, you said we weren't exactly breaking up back then because we weren't really together. And if you haven't notice, but I don't doubt you would be that dumb to have not notice, I'm writing yet another letter and I have no intention in giving you this one either unless I made Kitty mad and she sent out my love letters out of her spite again. Do you think I should buy a lock for my hatbox in case she might plan a plot against me again?

Friendly reminder that this is not a goodbye love letter because I have no plan to break up with you again. Just like how you used to write me notes, I thought maybe I could write you one too but a longer version of it because it's a letter. From Lara Jean to Peter Kavinsky. And, with no intention of sending it to you.

Oh Peter, I couldn't explain how falling in love with you and actually dating you feel. I still think this is amazing and maybe impossible because how did I, Lara Jean end up dating the Kavinsky. It's amazing to think that I got someone who actually loves me for being me beside my dad and sisters. Every time I look back to when I hurt you because of our hot tub incident and back when we had just started shortly. I know you must have been annoyed and maybe, hurt? You might not tell your mom about us and she did not say it directly on the topic but Peter, she loves you a lot. She told me to go easy with your heart and I felt a rush of guilt all over me because I never once even think that you might get hurt because of me, not even in my wildest dream that I would even be a reason to hurt Peter Kavinsky's heart.

But we met inside the tree house that one night and we swore to never break each other's heart. And, you promised to take a good care of mine because it's now yours. To love and to protect just like how I'm going to do with yours.

Instead of noting things down in our contract (because it never really helps and it's just a waste of paper and ink), let's be us and have fun. Let's do things that we both love and find it comfortable.

I love you, Peter and I've never once regret falling for you.

Love, Lara Jean.

01

IT'S SUNDAY EVENING AND I'm just lying in my room with a defeated look on my face. I've been thinking of how I'm going to spend my day that could become an amazing memory for me to look back on in the future – I sound so ridiculous. Is this the perk of being left alone in a house for 7 hours and to only learn that you caught flu? Daddy has an overnight shift and I don't think he'd even return home tonight. Kitty is hanging out at Ms. Rothschild's since later this afternoon and she should be back by now. Peter is at his lacrosse practice. And, Margot is far away in Scotland.

My phone starts ringing suddenly as Taylor Swift's Back to December starts playing throughout my room. I swear I'm not a diehard fan of Taylor – Or maybe I am. But lets me tell you a secret. Peter is a secret diehard fan of Taylor than I am. As if on cue, Peter's name appears on my phone. I tap the answer button but I was too lazy to place my phone near my ear so I put it on speaker and hold it close to my mouth.

"Hey Covey!"

"Hey – Wait a moment, I think Kitty is home."

"Sure."

So, I put Peter on hold as I drop my phone onto my bed and walk downstairs. I'd have run downstairs but I'm deadly sick and I don't even have strength left in my legs. I just hope Kitty has already eaten because I think I'm too sick to even stand and cook dinner. Maybe, I could just order pizza for her. Kitty will never say no to a box of pizza to herself while watching her favorite show. Well, maybe I could ask for a slice. I don't want to die from hunger.