He sat on the shoreline. Sand up to his ankles and a wind starting to blow his hair in front of his eyes.
He watched the waves and couldn’t help but think of how much he wanted her there. For her to sit next to him and watch the waves with him. For the wind to blow her hair in front of his eyes so he could —
Jesus. She almost just threw up reading the letter he had written her. Why did every single girl at school today stan their nonexistent relationship? Tell her how cute the letter is? She couldn’t even finish the letter so she let her eyes run across the page as she searched for the words to respond to him. Finally, she swallowed the taste of pennies, smiled, and folded the letter back up.
“Thank you, this is very sweet, but I’m just not really looking for anything right now.” She handed the letter back to him.
He didn’t say a word, but it looked like a giant tsunami had risen over his fantasy beach and killed his dog.
You never forget your first love.