The theme for the month: Letters
Dear 2004,
First year of high-school. It was an exciting year and the world was right. Your best friend decided to go to the same high-school as you and life was looking up. You remember it well, don’t you?
Valerie. Paula. Chelsey. Justine. Lisa. Lily. Jessika. Michelle. Amazing friends. Some days you hung out at Legoland, across from homeroom and other days it was at the lunch tables with all the Asians. It was fun talking so much shit about everyone. Oh, the drama of 9th grade!
A most fond memory was standing in between that hallway and the lunch area chatting with Valerie about emotions towards guys. Or guy. Daniel Han. Korean. Perfect in every way. At least that year, anyway. He was funny, brilliant, Asian (!), cute, tall, intellectual, but always chill. Lol - chill is a funny word, but I couldn’t think of another word.
A story I don’t really share is that I wrote about Daniel before I ever met him. A few months before I started 9th grade I had begun a silly short romance story with the main male character named Daniel. He, too, was Korean, while my characters back then were usually Japanese. The birth date of the character was January 15th. To my surprise, I found out that the real Daniel’s birthday was also January 15th. Months before I met him, I had created him as a fictional character. To this day I can’t believe the weird coincidence. Name, ethnicity, and birth date, all the same. It only served to feed the idea that we were ‘meant to be,’ but naturally I was shy back then and did nothing but blush over him in class.
He’s the first guy I ever liked. For some reason I just don’t LIKE people in that way very easily. I mean, sure… there are some alright-looking people in the world, but it doesn’t mean I like them. The only other person I ever liked as much as Daniel was Eric. Mm, but I don’t think I knew Eric in 2004. I’d have to check that… but who cares now. Lol.
2004, the grades you got were amazing. There was such determination in you that year! You were optimistic, friendly, fun, loving, caring, motivated, size 1 (that’s important!), your hair was gorgeous, and quite possibly without any symptoms of bipolar. I want to be 2004 again. Is it really so hard to be 2004 all over again? If I try hard enough I can be that year again, I know it. Slowly. Take a few steps backwards. Regression isn’t always bad. Even my 9th grade naivete was tolerable.
Come back to me,
2008
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