I still remember the day I first met her. It's so vivid in my memory, it feels like it was just yesterday. That was also the day I left a confession letter to Ethan.
Flashback
I caught my breath after reaching the art gallery, glancing at my wristwatch. I was on time. Ethan would come today, it was an art exhibition. The last time I talked to him was when I saved the cat, three weeks ago. Before coming here, I left a confession letter on his seat while his whole class went downstairs for sports. It took a lot of courage to write my feelings on paper and decide to leave it secretly. It was my first time confessing to someone, but I didn’t want to hide it, not after talking to him.
He might have forgotten me, but it was still one of the luckiest moments of my life. I only mentioned my nam
