First message
I do the same routine I do every morning. Wake up early, do yoga, take a shower, do my hair, do my makeup, eat breakfeast, and head to school. But this time, I was interrupted, right after doing my hair, I heard someone knock on the door. I go downstairs, opening the front door. And there you are. Your perfect smile, your perfect height. The same person Ive been friends since we were five. Except I didn’t feel the same way about you anymore. I was in love with you.