I loved you more than even I can see.

How I've met you? Simple. English class in our Sophomore year in high school. I remember gazing at your sullen expression as I noticed how well defined your eyes appeared through my vision. The coat that you wore--the color of it escapes my memory--was of a dark color and I often giggled over the fact in how old it appeared to be. However, I must say that you looked quite handsome despite the worn-out appearance that it carried. I have never once seen you smile until--

Our first conversation? Again, simple. You knew my friend that was sitting on the right of me and that was the first time I have seen your pearly-whites that you have hidden behind a smooth frown. I've not the knowledge in how we have begun to speak, however you were very kind. You made me the most happiest of all girls in that classroom and I enjoyed your company. I enjoyed it so much that I even wrote I love you in a foreign language upon your green binder. I remember watching you gaze down upon the fabric of it and asked what it had meant. Shy as I was, I was hesitant in letting you know the meaning of it, however I pretended to be outgoing as can be and answered in all honesty.

Your response should have been harsh. I was preparing for some form of rejection, however you simply smiled and said, "Aw, that's sweet." I was touched. I was being reeled in by your kindness. I've decided from within that yes, you are worthy and that you are someone that will most likely make me smile whenever I walked through the doors of this treacherous school.

Our first hug? Hmm, let me tell you about it. It was at the library as I was sitting down on a table, about to read. Remember that you have followed me to the library because you wanted to know the meaning of what I have written on your binder? Yes, yes, I have told you to give me a hug and in return, I will tell you what it meant. I was playing a joke at first, actually. I had a feeling that you wouldn't go with my rules, however you went around the table to my side and gave me a hug that filled me with so much warmth, I felt overwhelmed. I was fascinated because I have never met someone like you in all my years of existing.

Our first fight? Oh, how silly of me. It was all because of me that we were apart for those few months we had together. I cursed at you because I thought you worthless at the time. Indeed, I was nothing more than a fool, so I greatly apologi--ah, yes, I know that you forgive me and for that, I am grateful! But really now, that fight honestly drained me of my energy. I missed you to the point where I wondered whether we will be able to speak like before. After learning from our friend that you will be leaving us to another district, I couldn't help myself.

Do you remember what I did during that fire drill? Mm, yes, I ran with all my might and held you tightly. Your bones, due to your rather thin figure, poked at my arms, though I did not mind. Your warmth was what I have focused on and it was to my greatest pleasure to hear the smile in your voice again. I . . . made a great mistake hurting you like that and for those many years that we were apart, I was unable to hold you as much as I wanted to. I was unable to speak to you as often as I used to back when we were only tenth graders! I grew nostalgic with each and every passing moment of my life and finally! I found you again.

Oh, before you go, mind if I say one more thing? Oh, don't worry! I know you have a busy schedule! You and I know quite well that I have never met your parents, but do believe me, my dear friend, I have met your mother. How, you ask? --Let's just say that I can tell from the light in your eyes, the satisfied smile on your lips, and the way you hold yourself together, and also, your rather narcissistic personality that I always joked about with you, that your mother is a wonderful woman.

Wrote this on July 14, 2009. Dedicated to a close friend of mine that I am very fond of. Based on our memories together.