*A story of first love and impossible decisions* I'm 17. I've been in the same school and same people since I was 3. I graduate in less than 3 months. The people who've known me closely or from afar, know that I don't like love. Nor do I like people. Except a few. But that doesn't mean I haven't fall in in love. I've denied my feelings towards him since the day I saw him. It started off platonically but it turned into something else. I've spent 13 years on the sidelines, away from him. But not anymore. Not when my life in school s about to end. He can't know it's me. But he should know I love him. He should know he gives me butterflies. So what did I do? I wrote him a letter.