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You used to be the quietest soul. I can't say that I understood your popularity back at school. You hardly ever talked. How could you have made so many friends?

I also remember how you looked back then.

You were all lanky limbs and lazy smiles.

Freckled nose and fluttery, long eyelashes.

You were a heart breaker in the making.

I remember how much you loved to play basketball. I remember Em, your best friend. You two were like peas in a pod.

Do you remember Em, Edward?

Last I heard, his parents were getting a divorce. I don't know what happened to him after that. He fell off the face of the earth.

Just checked his Facebook account. The last time he posted something, it was 2015.

I hope he's doing well. He was a good friend. He was an honest friend. He was the first one to tell me that I should get the fuck over you.

Too bad I was too stupid to listen.

…

Fourth grade was a whirlwind.

I didn't understand my feelings for you.

Why did it feel like someone twisted a knife into my heart every time you smiled at Allie?

Side note: Allie was queen bee. Isn't there one for every class? The teachers adored her. The boys followed her like puppies. The girls wanted to be her.

I hated her.

Now, she's one of my best friends.

Destiny is a smartass bitch.

Did I hear a chuckle?

Told you.

So, anyways. Fourth grade didn't teach me much, but it did teach me how to play FLAME.

Even that stupid little game knew we could never be together.

You were meant to be my enemy, Edward.

I was never supposed to fall in love with you.

You know, sometimes, I blame you for that. You didn't have to be so perfect all the damn time. You didn't have to be so kind to me.

Why weren't you like the rest of them?

You could have saved yourself a hell lot of embarrassment.

You could have saved me from loving you.

…

I was a very stupid girl.

Not academically. Just with everything else.

I had a collection of things that belonged to you. I wasn't stealing them. You were just a very forgetful boy.

My collection consisted of:

a) A pencil with your name engraved on the side of it.

b) One of your sketches from Art class.

c) ...

Well, it was hardly a collection.

Like I said.

Stupid.

I liked you so much, but I couldn't talk to you. I saw you in class every day. You were always so polite.

Did you even see me back then?

Did you know my name?

Or was I just the smart, fat girl who had prettier friends?

And that brings us to our first life lesson on the matters of the heart:

No matter how much you may love a boy, no matter how good you may be for him, he'll always choose the prettier girl.

The universe doesn't make sense to me.

It's screwed up.

So is our destiny.

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