Dear First Love,
I’m going on a holiday with grandma in two days. Tomorrow will be my last day at school. In my last moments, I’ll be with grandma, the one person who knows my secret. The one person whom I’ve spilt all my worries and troubles to in the past week and a half. The one person who’s turned you away at the door whenever you came over again and again. The one person to face you when I couldn’t.
I needed just one person by my side through it all. Just one. Not those phonies, not the people I’ve hurt, not you. No, rather, it can’t be you. I’ve hurt you enough.
So I choose grandma.
Grandma isn’t very rich. That’s okay. It’s not the money or expenses that count. So we’re going down to the beach for our holiday. I’ve never seen the ocean before - this will be my first time.
Tomo
