Dear Loud Mouth,

Today you wore your hair in two pretty buns on your head and you hummed the theme song to Attack on Titan all day.

It drove me crazy and we ended up having an argument in the Cafeteria while our friends rolled their eyes.

The truth is I love our arguments. Not only are they energizing, I would take any excuse to see that adorable pout on your face when I deliberately refuse to see your side.

I would take any excuse to see you wave your dainty hands about as you explain your point.

While I'm in the mood to be truthful, I also want to tell you how bad I will miss you when we graduate secondary school in two weeks.

Thinking about it now has brought that familiar squeeze in my heart that I have now deciphered to be regret.

I'll admit that I have many regrets.

I regret not ever trying to give us a chance. Always loving you from afar because I was too afraid of the rejection that was largely in my mind.

Watching our friends' relationship implode somehow made me feel better about not asking you out. Seeing the ruins of what had once been a very enviable relationship convinced my cowardly self that I had done the right thing by keeping my feelings to myself.

But now that I actually think about it, Amarachi and Daniel are quite lucky.

To have had what everyone talks about and yet few have felt.

I sometimes wonder if it would've been the same with the both of us.

If we'd have the same connection and fit each other on an almost spiritual level.

In the end all I can do is wonder because you'd be gone soon and I'd have to find the answer to the rhetoric question of what I'd ever do without you.

Yours Truly,
Boy Wonder.