Epistle 9

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Epistle 9

Dear Carolina,

Ive been thinking about our relationship, about the future of it. I mean, I hope we still at least have a relationship right now. I hope we're still together, and I hope to see you again.

How would you like to go down a trip to Memory Lane?...

I remember the first time we met. You were only 14, and I was 15. I found you under the willow tree, reading a book. You were so into it, that you didn't notice me. I hid behind a nearby tree, while these other guys and girls started picking on you. It was horrible seeing you that hurt. The boys kicked dirt at you, which wasn't allowed around there, and the girls kept calling you the worst names. I walked up behind on of the douches and winked at you. You blushed and I flicked the back of his head. He turned around immediately and slapped me, but I dodged. I kicked him in the shin, while he fell on top of his friends. They all got up, and kept fighting back. One thing they didn't know about me was I took wrestling in year 8. I fought back and they ran away like babies. The girls were hiding behind the tree, shaking since their protection fled on them. I put my hand in my back pocket, making it look like I was pulling out a weapon for me to hurt them. They all screamed and ran away. I walked up to you, and held out my hand. You gladly accepted and I hoisted you up off of the ground.

“I'm sorry you had to see that.” I said to you.

“Thank you, a lot. My name is Carolina, what's yours?” You told me.

“It was nothing, really. My name is Niall, Niall Horan.” I smiled at you cheekily, making you blush.

“Let's go before they report me and I get kicked out of school.” You laughed at my statement and we both left to the ice cream shop for some reason.

And the rest was history.

If only I could relive the moments with you, just one more fucking time.

I love you so very much, and I tear up thinking about you.

Thank you for being here before you left.

Yours Truly,

The Lucky Leprechaun that saved your ass

i still dont know why I chose 42 but oh well

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