Dear Y,
How do I even start? I've never been good at this kind of things. It's shocking really since when I went through this over my head, I thought it would be a piece of cake. But clearly, it isn't.
As much as many people would start with a confession, I wouldn't want to follow the trend of thousands upon thousands of cliché romance scenes. Though writing this letter is pretty cliché in itself.
I first noticed you when it was the first day of school and the headmaster had called you to his office. At that time I was heading out to find my locker with my head buried in the school newsletter.
Our shoulders brushed against each other and the shock of our slight contact made me stumble a bit and dropped the few books I was holding. A snicker could be heard from behind me. I turned to see you with an amused smile. You shook your head and walked into the office.
The first time we actually talked was when we were assigned to be partners for the Chemistry practical. You would always want to mix every chemical provided in the name of experimenting, when in fact, you just wanted to see if one mixture would cause an explosion.
I guess after reminding you repeatedly to actually do the practical, we somehow hit it off. It would start with a hi, awkward silence then we walk our separate ways. That was the routine until you randomly asked me why I don't go for parties.
That time was when I started to be exposed to the overly sarcastic, sassy persona that embodied itself to create you. I forgot to add your hard-headedness, blunt honesty, courageous, perfectionism to the earlier summary.
We have shared some of the best and worst moments in our six years of friendship. From the chemistry practical on that fateful day until now, finishing up our second year of university. From getting detention and sneaking out of the house for a party to halfway from getting our degrees.
Why I'm writing this to you is that I am scared. I'm scared of the rejection that I would most probably receive. I was scared to ruin our friendship. Heck, I'm still scared. But I really need to let this off my chest.
I have been having a major crush on you for the past year now. I have been trying to muster up the courage to actually tell you about it. But then I saw you with someone else, the smile plastered on your face and the twinkle in your eyes.
Those were all I needed to know that I would never be able to bring out the same expressions. I would not be looked at the same way. And more importantly, you would not be as happy with me.
So I'm asking you one thing; my definition of perfection in my perfect date. It's not much but simply; time. Time to move on.
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Perfect
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