Dear First Love,
You didn’t come to school today. I couldn’t help but be worried about you. When I walked home, I remembered how you used to walk me home. How we laughed and joked and talked as we walked to my house. I miss those days.
I saw you outside my house when I got home. You were at the door, hunched over sitting on the veranda. When I came closer, your cheeks were a little red and you seemed... drunk. Your eyes were also puffy. Were you... crying?
I was stricken with guilt. I didn’t want this to happen. Please. Please get over me. Please keep hurting me until I feel numb from all this pain with the peace of mind that you will no longer be hurt once I die.
You called out my name drunkenly. You were definitely drunk then. I told you to leave. You didn’t answer for a little whil
