Dear First Love,

I hate PE. It sucks, or really, I suck at it. But today, it was great.

Thank you from saving me from that ball. I'm not good at catching, throwing, or really even participating, so you have no idea how touching that was for me.

I guess it's just a nice-person thing, to be kind to everyone whether they be a stranger or a friend.

I said thank you to you, but you didn't hear me. It was probably my fault for saying it so softly, but in front of you, I'm an absolute mess. People were talking about how stuck up I was for just ignoring you after you saved me from that ball, but that's not the reason. I just can't bring myself to say a word to you. Please don't think that I hate you.

After that, I was anxious, I think.

So I mustered up the courage to give you a drink as an apology and a thank you. I always saw you drinking the same brand of Oak chocolate milk, so I bought that one for you. 

Only when I was standing in front of your classroom did I realise that I couldn't just do that - it would be like a declaration of love, and that would put you and your girlfriend in a difficult position. I didn't want that.

So I left it in your locker with a note. I hope you saw it. I didn't put my name on it because I was in a rush, but I still really hope that you realise it's from me.

You don't have to drink it. You could throw it out if you don't want it. But please, recognize that it's from me.

Sincerely,
H.