Dear First Love,

I avoided you again today. I still can't believe what you said yesterday. Did I hear you wrong? I hope I didn't, though. When I opened my locker though, there was a bouquet of flowers and a note from you.

I left it there.

That convinced me that yesterday wasn't just a dream. I'm sorry that I'm still avoiding you. I'm sorry that I can't face you yet. I'm sorry that I can't figure out how to answer you.

I want to say yes. I want to say yes and run into your arms. But it's not that simple. I come with baggage. People hate me. If you dated me, people would hate you. Please understand that I'm not doing this because I don't love you too.

You stopped me after school again. You offered to walk me home. I don't know why you're still bothering with me. I didn't even reply to your confession. I'm a terrible person. I'm greedy, selfish, and hated. You don't want me. You don't want me. You couldn't.

But you said it again while you walked me home. You said it properly this time. You asked me to be your girlfriend. I didn't know what to say. I have to say no. I have to. But I can't. You asked me if I loved you. I couldn't trust my voice to speak, so I nodded. I'm sorry for not giving you a proper answer. Then you asked why I didn't want to be your girlfriend if I loved you.

I said the truth. Do you hate me for it? Do you hate me yet?

You hugged me and told me that it doesn't matter. That you love me anyways. Do you know how that made me feel? I was... so happy. So, so, so happy. I cried in your arms. I'm sorry that I got your uniform wet again. But you asked me to be your girlfriend once more.

And I said yes.

Sincerely,
H.