Dear First Love,

I think I should start calling you my boyfriend instead. We're dating now. I'm so happy. It's the happiest day of my life.

Today, you showed up at my house early in the morning before I left for school. You chose a good time to come - dad was passed out on the couch from alcohol, but I still had to be quiet as I snuck out of the house to see you.

I swear, when I saw you, my heart jumped. I remembered that you were now my boyfriend. I'm so unbelievably happy. I could die happy right now. You greeted me with a smile, and I couldn't help but smile back. 

You offered to carry my bag. I refused, but you insisted, and I let you. We walked to school holding hands. It felt really nice. I felt warm inside.

At school, people stared. With hate, curiosity, interest, or gazes that seemed genuinely happy for us. I was surprised. More people seemed interested or genuinely happy for us than those who seemed mad.

You set a first date for us after school. I dressed in my best clothes. I want to impress you. I want to make you think I'm pretty. That I'm worth loving. 

We had dinner together. The way we had conversations felt so normal. So natural. So easy. There was never a quiet moment between us. I smiled and laughed a lot. I had a great time. I hope you did too.

Sincerely,
H.