Dear Henry,Wow. It?s been a year already, and here we are. It?s your birthday again. Happy seventeenth.
Do you remember last year?s 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 fire?t recall what happened anymore.
I almost wore the same rig I wore that day today, but then I remembered, and compose on a different shirt. Same jeans, though, the ones with the sharpie mark on the left knee and paint marks on cuffs.
That was right in advance we became an official couple. I remember inquire you what you wanted for your birthday, and you verbalise, ?A hundred hugs.?And then you changed your mind and said you wanted a hundred kisses instead, but I told you lambert 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 upchuck it.
Can you remember the summer before tenth signifier? That?s 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 scorned your guts then. I hated you for what you did to me. I hated you because of our stupid middle school relationship.
plainly I especially hated you because even as a kid I couldn?t keep you off my mind.
In Civics class there was a poster of Prince Henry rat me, and every day it reminded me of you. Funny how I didn?t honour it until we broke up. I think back to how we broke up for the first time and wasted two years of spicy school, when we could have?How about the summer before that? You called...
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