Dear Caden,
Hi. I haven’t heard from you since the day we graduated Senior High School until yesterday. I was watching Netflix with a bowl of strawberry ice cream on my hands. I’m pretty sure you could imagine me; a lazy ass woman as if the only thing she knows is how to get layers of fat. Anyway, my phone beeped and the screen flashes your name on the notification. And
SHOOT! My world stopped.
The bowl on my hands almost slipped as I abruptly grabbed my phone.
AFTER FOUR FREAKING YEARS YOU JUST TEXTED ME OUT OF NOWHERE. REALLY.
“Remember me?” your message says.
REMEMBER ME? What kind of question is that? After reading those two annoying lines, I felt disappointed. Wait what? No. Why am I disappointed, of course I’m not expecting messages like ‘How are you? It’s been a while.’ Or ‘Hey it’s me, Caden. I miss you.’
Ugh. What am I thinking? Okay, tell me Caden. Who the hell would not remember SOMEONE LIKE YOU? You are our batch’s valedictorian whose brains are extremely unbelievable (you even heard gossips that you eat books for breakfast, lunch and dinner) and heavens showered you with such talent in arts, music and sports! Oh Caden, everyone remembers you.
And… yeah, of course with that deep blue ocean color of eyes that drowns anyone who would try to stare, peach perfect lips and almond hair; you are perfect.
Yes. I remember you.
BUT, most of all I will always remember how we started as classmates and enemies who would risk life just to be at the top of the class. Little did we know that from the battle we had, a beautiful friendship was born; …Until you became my first love.
P.S I never deleted your number.
Love, Gwynett Ysabelle Anne
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Love, Gwynett Ysabelle Anne
RomanceGwyn, after four years, received a text message from her best friend which turns out to be her first love way back high school. And now, she's going crazy and confused. Gwyn started writing random letters for his bestfriend (which were never sent o...
