Day One : When we met.
→Dear Nick,
I know that you can't and won't read this. I know the fact that you're dyslexic.
But I want to recall the moment we met.
That was the time I was 13. You were 15 and walking around the park. I was swinging in the little swing set that was there, laughing with my sister. That time, I swung a little too far and I accidentally hit you. When I helped you up, you were so ignorant. It was funny because this is now the time you need help. Why I helped you up? I was in love at first sight.
Today, this is the time I wish I had a swing and I swung a little too far to hit you. I wished you will let me help. I wish that you can be back to normal. I hope that helping cures your sickness, the shameless cancer.
I hope you can be back at home.
Love,
Emma.
