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Chapter Three

Dear Wes,

            Finals were thankfully pass by in a blur and the next thing I knew, it was already summer. I'm sorry I hadn't had the chance to write to you last week but I'll make up for it now with this long ass message. I had a lot to say anyway.

           So I mentioned, that it was now summer and this is your favorite season, Wes. Because you love the striking ray of the heated sun — which made your skin much tanned than before. It's not like I was complaining, you know damn well that it was one of your assets. I mean everything about you is pretty chiseled by a god, proudly. That's why girls are swooning over you and kissing the ground you walk onto.

           Yet out of the hundred array of better  options, you chose me. I still don't know why you did though, I mean I'm not exactly that pretty for your kind but you prove me wrong when you told me I was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen next to your mom. To say that I almost melted was an understatement. You will always be the cheese balls between us two and it's one of the things I admire about you.

          God, Wes I missed you so damn much. My head never fails to reminisce everything we've done together. Every time, you're all I think about.

           Do you still remember the time when you used to order all of the flavors of ice cream and dump them in one bowl? God it was the most disgusting thing I know about you because you want to stir them at once then ate a spoonful of it with a goofy grin.

           My face scrunched up in disgust watching you devoured it while you practically enjoyed every shoved. Then you will tease me about my smelly feet that has nothing to do with ice cream. Then you would explain that it makes your face morphed hideously too, just like how I did. But unlike me you always had a follow up statement to make up for your insult – that always made my face flushed like a burning jalapeño.

          You said you find it cute when I blushed, and by saying that made me blushed even more. I hate that you always made me look like a five year old trying to put blush on her face the first time, and ended up looking like she was continuously slapped on her cheeks, extremely hard.

          I wonder if what would happen to my face when we finally kiss. Imagine that being with you for a year already, we still haven't kissed. It was because you told me you want it to be very special for us to remember. You promised me that. I agreed with you that time but now I felt like it didn't do me any good now that I felt like you'd never come back.

           I want you to prove me wrong at my speculation. I want you to hold your promise. I don't want to be skeptical anymore. I want you here with me again, Wes.

          So please, come back.

Love, Serenity.

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