It was too easy. And just like math, when it's too easy you're starting to wonder if something went wrong. But this feels right. Falling in love with you is as easy as one plus one and just right like a perfectly fitted shoes.

You know, at this age, I would've thought I've felt everything. Happiness, sadness, fear, anxiety, everything. But this feeling, this is the first time I'm feeling it. I don't know, it's mainly happy whenever I'm with you, sometimes sad when you're not there, and the fear of losing you.

We promised not to get bored with each other. I know I don't have the best track record at not getting bored, but at this rate I should have the best track record. The time I'm feeling bored is when I get home after spending the day with you, changing into my PJs, and do something unproductive such as browsing the internet. The time I'm not feeling bored is whenever I'm with you.

I'm amazed with myself but scared at the same time. Do you remember when I said we see each other almost every day and 5 Saturday nights consecutively? And when I'm not with you we still talk to each other through a chatting app? I guess this is the first time we don't see and talk to each other at the same time. Just 4 hours after meeting you that day, and knowing I couldn't reach you made me lonely. You're more addicting than nutella.

This may sounds cheesy but whenever I miss you I reach for my phone and holding on to the tag you gave me, keeping in mind that you wore the other pair, and hoping my telepathy signals reached you, saying "I miss you, come home safe and sound."

I wonder if you've read my letter? I actually want to be there when you read it and see your expressions. Will you be smiling? Laughing? Frowning? Do you like it? How do you feel? I hope it makes you happy. I can say it out loud, but it's more meaningful if I wrote it in a piece of paper that you can read over and over.

What are you doing right now? It's 10:20 p.m. I'm just lying on my bed writing this. You must be sleeping right now, or are you still up? Are you cold? Have you eat something? Anyway, the stars must be beautiful in the mountain. And also the moon. I'm looking at the moon, are you seeing it too?

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As I finished writing this, I reached for my phone, holding the tag that has your name on it tight, and once again, sending a message "I miss you, come home safe and sound."

p. s. i love you

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