Dear First Love,

Today you came looking for me. You asked me if the drink was from me. I'm sorry that I couldn't meet your eyes then.

I said yes. You smiled and thanked me, then introduced yourself. I couldn't tell you that I already knew your name. That would have been creepy and make you think that I'm a stalker. I don't want you to hate me, because I don't think I could live with myself if you did.

I told you my name too, and my heart fluttered when you complimented my name. I remember what you said, word for word.

'You have a nice name.'

No one ever told me that before. I'm not sure how many people know my name anyways, but I'll always remember that look on your face when you said that. I don't care if it was a manners thing or just a nice-person courtesy, but my heart really did flutter. You have no idea how happy it made me, whether you meant it or not.

Even now I still think about it. I am smiling while writing this. I'm just so happy.

It doesn't matter that the girls picked on me for trying to steal another girl's man. It doesn't matter that your friends all looked at me with hateful glares. It doesn't matter that my dad got angry at me for being so giddy at home.

So this is love.

Sincerely,
H.