Unsent Messages

hey. we’ve known each other since we were 3. i grew up along side you. i never knew how much love i would have for you as time passes by. i’m not even sure how it started. you weren’t that nice to me and said a lot of hurtful things i’ve cried way to much over. but obviously 8 year old me didn’t think it mattered. i remember the hugs we shared, the smiles and glances you threw my way. i remember the way your face looks, the curves of your nose, the dimples i swoon over, down to the the curly locks of chocolate brown hair framing your temples. you were truly my first love. we never dated as i wasn’t ready, but it was obvious we were. i remember the way you hugged me, the way it lingered long overdue, leaving a tingling feeling in my stomach. i went home that night all giddy, squealing like a school girl while imagining our future together. that was the calm, but then came the storm. you decided to announce to everyone i was obsessed with you, telling people i was weird, how you would never like me and a whole bunch of mean things. i remember all of the tears i shed, the pictures i ripped, the photos i deleted. i was angry. so, so angry. why would you say that? did anything between us matter to you? we haven’t talked since december last year, until out of the blue i decided to text you yesterday as it was your birthday. your replies were short, not that i expected anything different, you were always one to be dry. but i feel like a weight has been lifted off of my chest. i’m slowly releasing the grudge on you, but i’m not letting you go that easy. if we start talking regularly again, i will never let this incident die down. anyways, thank you for being my first love and letting me experience what loves feels like.