Jacob Sartorius/ my first love

Chapter 24/ love messages

The next day
I woke up around 11:20 am. Whenever I have the chance to sleep long, I take it and sleep as long  I can.
It was pretty hot in my room, the way I liked it but I had to open the window because I needed some fresh air. As soon as I opened it, my room got freezing cold and I regretted my decision to open it.
I grabbed my unicorn onesie, pulled it on and checked my social media.
There was not really something interesting just some fangirl stuff, so after 15 minutes I got up and walked straight ahead to my room door , still looking at my phone I pulled the doorknob down, but there was something else. I looked up and saw a sheet of paper. I took it and opened it. It said :
"I hope you had a good night. I wish you didn't fell asleep. I wanted to say good bye this time. But I didn't want you to wake up. So here I'm writing this .Get well soon xoxo  I love you , Jacob"

Wait, what , was that a letter form Jacob. Shit I had completely forgotten that he was at my house yesterday night. I should have texted him.
But omg. This text... How, how have I deserved something so great like Jacob? He is the cutest and sweetest guy I've ever known. I mean, this is to perfect ! I want to but I don't trust this. There is going to happen something terrible.
But don't think about that, Julia. You have a boyfriend. Or not ? I'm not sure. I should ask him what's the thing between us.
He wrote that he loves me. I mean love. I guess I love him too.
There is too much Jacob, I should stop thinking about him, otherwise I'm going to miss him.
Oh no, I already miss him.

I finally pulled myself together and decided to put the letter in a jar. It was a pretty big one. I wrote a date onto the back of the paper and put it inside. There were some other things already inside. Some Polaroids from me and Verena and some concert and cinema tickets. I basically kept very good memory inside the jar so I could look at it in 20 years and I will remember this things.
And Jacob was now a part of it. A big part. You could say this was my first love letter. I placed the jar under my bad and went down stairs with a big smile on my face ...