Dear First Love

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Dear First Love, 

You invited me to watch your basketball match today. You were so amazing - you rushed past them all like they were nothing! I’m really lucky to have you. At halftime, you were sweating, and I brought you a water bottle and a towel.

Then, for good luck (maybe?), I hugged you. You insisted that you smelled of sweat, but it just felt so right to hug you then. I could tell that others were staring. You kissed me then, and grinned that it was for ‘good luck’. I can’t express how glad I am to be your girlfriend.

You won your basketball match.

Even though you say that it was because of my good-luck kiss - were you joking? - I know that you genuinely are a good player. You have a real talent and skill in basketball that could one day get you places.

After that, you asked if I wanted to come over to your house. I agreed. But in all honesty, I felt really nervous when you asked that. I’ve never been to your house. Actually, I’ve never been to anyone’s house before.

You bought my favourite takeaway food for dinner - when did you even take note of that? - and drove me to your place. We watched a movie together. You told me that you wanted to be a basketball player in the NBA someday. I think that it’s amazing that you have such a dream and that you’re working so hard to achieve it. I, on the other hand, still have no idea what I want to do with my life. Maybe I’ll work out a future with you.

Is that just wishful thinking?

You seemed so happy when I said I support your dream. I can’t believe that other people don’t see it - your passion and your efforts to achieve your goal.

I’m sure you’ll achieve your dream someday.

Sincerely,

H.