This made me remember something from my childhood (teenage years actually). Once in high school, when I was 17 years old, I had someone I liked. But, even if at first I thought they liked me too, turns out they didn't. They also thought they did but well, they didn't. I remember after that I got super depressed (well, teenage depression, nothing serious). And months went by like that.
I had this person blocked everywhere, for my own choices ofc, so to make sure not to talk to them again. And one day, as I was reading the book I was reading at the time, I arrived at a page that contained a letter to my name. When I opened it, it was this person, who wanted to be my friend, make up, or something. One of our mutual friends had slipped the letter inside my book when I wasn't looking (we went to the same school), and so we made up. We aren't really friends anymore (many years have gone by) but still, I remember it felt good that someone cared so much about me as to do that
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