Dear First Love,

I'm alright now. Dad was arrested, I heard from the hospital staff. I thought I'd feel sad, but I actually feel really happy. Is that bad? My broken rib has also healed. You visited me every day I was in the hospital and talked to me. Just talked to me. But it felt really nice to have someone there talking and laughing with me, even if the hospital was the slightest bit depressing.

Thank you for that.

Today I'm finally going back to school. I'm staying with my grandma - whom I didn't know existed until now - and she's really nice to me. She's nothing like dad. She always smiles and offers me homemade cookies and pastries. 

In the hospital, you also gave me your phone number. I think that you're the first contact I've ever had in my phone. It made me happy.

I texted you yesterday that I would go to school today, and you came to pick me up. You're so nice to me. I know exactly why I fell in love with you.

At school, I saw Victoria. I thought she would hate me for taking you from her, but she congratulated me. She had fallen in love with someone else too, she explained to me. Both you and Victoria had fallen out of love after a while. That made my heart feel a little lighter.

You stayed by me the whole day. Whenever people glared at me, you always stepped between them and me. You're so sweet. You're so kind. I'm sure that I love you. And I hope that you love me too, or at least like me.

After school, you took me out for dinner at a nice restaurant. I feel bad that you're always the one taking me places, but I don't hate it. It makes me feel loved. Even if you tried to hide the cheque from me, I still saw it. Thank you for spending money on me. Thank you for making me feel like I'm worth something. Thank you for making me feel like I'm wanted.

Sincerely,
H.