Hi. This is letter number 1.
I missed you today. And the days before that, and the days that will come after that.
I saw you yesterday. I wanted to see you today too. And the days after that and the days before too.
I'm getting desperate, Riel.
From now on, I will call you Riel. No one called you that before. Not her. Not your friends. Not me either but from now on I will start calling you 'Riel'.
You see... I want to be different from them. I want you to treat me different from them. Treat me like I am special... like the way you did before.
Speaking of 'before', I saw some screenshots of our conversation on Messenger when we were on 7th grade. Damn, I miss those days. Seeing that I am writing to you using Microsoft Word... then that basically means I can insert the screenshots that used to make me feel giddy on the inside. It still does make me giddy remembering those days but it's starting to make me sad too.
Anyway, I'm going to insert it here before I start lurking about it.
I honestly don't know the date when you told me those but how I wish I knew. Then I would've treasured those days forever. There's more screenshots I took but I think those two will be the ones that I will show you... for now.
Please... please. Treat me like that again. I kinda want to wake up tomorrow and be my 7th grader self again. I could've told you that I never really liked Rain and how much of a jerk I am for using him just to get you jealous. I could've been still close to you and could've tried telling you my feelings. I would've asked you if you're really the one I talk to every day... not her. Not Elizabeth. And if you said yes, I would tell you I like you. And that my feelings never changed.
Because I didn't. I didn't tell you those back then.
And I think I would take that regret with me until we meet again.
But how can I be so sure? I can only hope, Riel.
I miss you, Riel.
I think I love you, Riel.
See you soon.
From me,
Andrea
6/22/16
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