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minho.

we were both in middle school- 7th grade.

back then, i spent every spare moment i had in the library.

and evidently, so did he.

he was always there when i was.

at first, i thought he was one of those weirdo stalkers like the ones in my favorite thriller novels. 

but i eventually realized that he was just an avid reader like me.

one day, he came up behind me and commented on the book i was looking at.

"that one was good. i read it all in one night."

of course, the boy had startled me, and he laughed when i jumped.

"ah, mianhe. i'm lee minho."

i nervously shake his hand.

"yunri. kim yunri."

"oh that's a pretty name. i've never met a yunri before." he chuckles.

after that day, minho and i became close friends.

we would often check out the same books so that we could read and discuss them together.

we would also recommend each other our favorite books to read.

our friendship consisted of us calling each other in the middle of the night to rant about the book we were reading, or cry about the death of our favorite character.

once we realized we shared classes, the two of us became attached at the hip.

we sat together in class, worked together for group and partner assignments, and we always over at each other's houses.

we practically shared parents.

and then, i realized i liked him.

i was terrified because he was my first real crush.

i would find myself staring at him while he read in the library.

but luckily for me, he would be to immersed in his books to notice.

but then halfway through 8th grade year, minho moved away.

we still tried to talk as often as we could, but it wasn't long before we lost contact.

minho had changed.

he was no longer that shy, book-loving boy that i had known.

his new school had turned him into a player jock.

i spent countless nights alone in the darkness of my bedroom, crying over the loss of my best friend.

and about two weeks after he stopped texting and calling, i wrote the first letter.

next,,,

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