Dear Henry,Wow. ItÃÂs been a year already, and here we are. ItÃÂs your birthday again. Happy seventeenth.
Do you remember last yearÃÂs party? We had a barbeque at your house, and watched that Saw movie. I had nightmares for three weeks afterwards. You were in some of them, but I canÃÂt recall what happened anymore.
I almost wore the same outfit I wore that day today, but then I remembered, and put on a different shirt. Same jeans, though, the ones with the sharpie stain on the left knee and paint marks on cuffs.
That was right before we became an official couple. I remember asking you what you wanted for your birthday, and you said, ÃÂA hundred hugs.ÃÂAnd then you changed your mind and said you wanted a hundred kisses instead, but I told you fifty hugs equals one kiss, so you would only get two.
You said that would be just fine.
We were in that flirt-flirt stage, as you so eloquently put it.
Can you remember the summer before tenth grade? ThatÃÂs two years ago. I think we were friends, and though we promised to hang out, nothing ever happened.
How about the summer before ninth? I hated your guts then. I hated you for what you did to me. I hated you because of our stupid middle school relationship.
But I especially hated you because even as a kid I couldnÃÂt keep you off my mind. In Civics class there was a poster of Prince Henry behind me, and every day it reminded me of you. Funny how I didnÃÂt notice it until we broke up. I think back to how we broke up for the first time and wasted two years of high school, when we could haveÃÂHow about the summer before that? You...
Dear Henry...
This is beautiful! You've done a great job here and have a really wonderful style of writing.
Keep up the great work.
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