The Only One

Dear Alejandro,

It's me, Luciana. I wrote this story five years ago and have rewritten it many times since. Here it is, though, my senior year, the year I had a major crush on you and tried a ton of crazy and stupid things to get you to notice me, to fall head-over-heels for me even if you were a teacher and I would soon leave school and was sure that we weren't going to see each other again.
Here's what's left of the insecure girl that refused to grow up and act like an adult. It's yours now, so take care of it.

Take care of yourself,

Luciana