#ToAllTheBoysContest

Dear B,

Dear B,
I won't mention your name in this letter because personally I don't think you should read this, but I do deserve to write this for myself.

We started off with simple bickering as seat-mates, saying we fought a whole lot was an understatement. We fought with the smallest things, from swatting each others hands to whoever got the nicest broom every Wednesdays because we both were stuck in the same damn cleaners' group. That was what you were to me in 2011, an enemy. Until you started liking one of the girls from my circle of friends, it was then that I became your wingman. Remember all those chocolates and stuff toys you told me to give her?

At that time, my feelings were jungled up because with the messages and calls we've been doing then as "bestfriends", it was hard to say that feelings weren't developing. I pushed it away despite all those adorable texts you seem to send me when you know I was in a bad mood, from family problems to having my feelings hurt from seeing you and my friend together. Still, you managed to make me smile or laugh. You wouldn't stop sending those damn corny jokes or funny rhymes until you'd hear me laugh when you call.
(Oh gosh, how I'd want to just go back to that time. I missed reading your so-called rap because you just loved Eminem that much. )

Anyways, at some point, I did somehow get over whatever I felt for you while not losing the friendship we had. I felt amazing, I remembered telling one of my closed friends that it truly was possible for a boy and a girl to be bestfriends... the other person just have to learn how to let go.
But you just really liked to mess around with me.

One night, 15-year old me in 2011, got a message from you. You told me that you felt something strange, you said whatever you felt with me was somehow stronger than what you felt with my friend. Over a text message at 11:23pm (I don't even know why I still remember the smallest details).

You told me that you'd do everything to get me but little did you know that you already had me.
I didn't sleep that night, my emotions and feelings were all over the place.

Fast forward, you did get me. You got my heart, my soul.

B, you were my first love, my first boyfriend. You took all of those firsts, not giving any other guy after you a chance.
But in 2015, you also took my first heartbreak, for someone who mended and protected my heart so well for more than 4 years... you knew how to break it into millions of pieces.

I just wish that the guy who made me laugh so hard is still in there somewhere, my corny rap god. 'Till now your my secret crush, B.

Loved, A.