Dear M,
Hi? You probably don't even remember me anymore, but a lot of the novels I wrote, I used your name. After all, the supposed true First Love I had in my life was... Well, you.
Unfortunately, you were never exactly great. Your story was brief and short, and I was more livid of what happened back then simply because I fell for you.
Did you know your best friend was total b*tch? Upon learning I liked you, she treated me like a dog she can command. She made me buy things, she made me do things, and pretty much bullied into a retard.
And what did she have against me? The knowledge that I'm in love with her bestfriend, you.
Holy. You don't know how much pain my love for you has made me suffered.
But that is life. While you write love letters to a close friend of mine, your best friend put them in my table to hurt me. To make me feel so desolate.
Ah, this entire entry might turn out to be short and dark.
But well there were good moments, you know.
On math class, I remember turning so red after we both got called to answer multiplication questions. I had to ask you, and I forgot what I asked you, but I can never forget the question you asked me.
13x7.
"78," I answered. And the entire class went mad to tease me as I got so red as a tomato. I don't even know how that worked, but my friends keep telling me I was so red that even the teacher teased me.
And then there was a time you pulled me, you held my hand for something I don't know what for. But it was the first time my hand was held by a girl, and that memory always leave me a smile.
Wow. And pretty much that's it. That's all I have to remember you by, but your name, it's something I can't burn off of my memory no matter that.
J might have been my true first love, but for everyone else who were close to me, it was you.
I still see you around on social media, notice that you're single, and I sometimes think maybe if when I changed for the better, you were still around, perhaps you could have liked me as well.
Eh, but it's alright. I've moved on way too long. I just feel like talking about you since... well, you are still a small chunk of my life that will probably stay with me as long as I live.
I liked you, genuinely, but your best friend ruined it all, and there's really nothing else I can do.
I wish you the best~ I'll see you around, take care~