Dear First Love,

I saw you with your girlfriend in the cafeteria today. You guys look perfect together. But I still can't help but picture you and me together instead. You were laughing and smiling with her. You bought her a drink. She gave you a kiss on the lips. It made my heart throb painfully for a moment. Is this jealousy?

I took a walk today around the school, hoping to see you somewhere. I found you at the basketball courts, and you were so amazing - you're the best basketball player I've ever seen. So many people were cheering you on, and you looked so cool as you dunked the ball into the net. I kept watching. You won. 

I wanted to say congratulations, but I couldn't bring myself to approach you. Would you think I'm weird if I approached you randomly and congratulated you when I wasn't even a friend of yours? 

Then your girlfriend gave you water and smiled so warmly at you, and you gave her a kiss on the cheek. It made me remember that you belong to someone else already.

It hurt.

Today my dad went out drinking again, and I was home alone. I pictured you - funnily enough - next to me, maybe talking or laughing or just telling me about your day. It's almost annoying how often my mind wanders to you, but I smile every time.

Sincerely,
H.