Hey. Remember me? I'm Joanna.
You've certainly forgotten my name after all these years. Its okay. I've dropped out from school after failing mathematics four times. Although my dad is a maths tutor, I've hardly taken lessons from him. Neither does he care. Nor do I. Its been years and I longer fear confessing my love for you. Ever wondered who kept candies in your locker? Wondered who didn't ever regret saving up her lunch money to buy them?
this is the 12th time of the day I'm trying to find reasons to smile. Today, I've found excuses to sneak in the kitchen and cook. Instead, I ended up burning my index finger. Even years back, I wasn't good at cooking and homescience classes had taught me how to act sick. Like the others, you too were caught in my little games and had handed me your water bottle so I might feel better. We were kids.
Today, here I am, a woman of 25. Here am I, sitting in a park bench, smiling like an absolute "dork". Wait, is it a shame that I'm 25 and still don't know what " dork" means? Well, sitting with your for two years has let these words with unknown meanings in my dictionary. I'm glad. I honestly am.
Dear best friend and first love, if we ever come across by chance, would you promise me an explanation? Would you tell me when insecurities took over ; tell me why you've been replacing those meaningless talks with empty silence? Would you?
Your sixth grade desk partner .