Dearest first boyfriend,

Our first encounter was indeed memorable. It was June, and we had just commensed our junior WAEC examination. It was very hectic. We didn't meet until the day of the final paper. A friend of mine told me someone wanted to meet me. I followed him, and he lead me to an empty class where you were waiting.

There you stood, in all your six feet towering over me. You were extremely tall for a junior secondary school student. Staring at you, I silently wondered what you were being fed. 

Breaking away from my train of thoughts,

I looked up and I was face to face with the most accentuated jawline I had seen. Your skin was the deepest shade of caramel. Your eyes searched me;  they were enchanting. You smiled and it revealed a well arranged set of dentitions. Your nose was a bit asymmetric but it suited your face perfectly. 

You were indeed a sight to behold. You stood there in your school uniform, which was neatly pressed. Black and white really complimented your skin tone.

 Looking back at myself, I felt insecure. I looked beat; I had just been drenched in water and soft drinks by my friends, and some of my shirt buttons were missing, worst of all were the hideous ance breakouts on my face.

You approached me, and I still recall every word you said and the manner at which you said them,

"My name is ____, and I like you" 

Your words knocked the air out of my lungs; did this teenage Greek god just said he liked me ?. You confessed that you had being watching me since the start of the exam. My mind twisted in confusion. Why ?  You continued to speak.

Do you have a phone number?"

I shook my head.

"Are you on Facebook or Instagram?" 

Yet again, I shook my head.

"Do you have any social media account at all ?"

I shook my head. At this point I was sure you thought i was auditory impaired and also I thought my head will eventually disconnect from my neck.

"So, there's no way I can reach you?" 

I shook my head.

The only thing I was paying attention to was the sound of your voice and the way you spoke; you spoke fluently, but I could hear the emotions in your voice. It was euphonious.

 You spoke again,

"I just want to tell you that I like you and you're beautiful. Can I hug you?"

I nodded. 

Then you proceeded to hug me,  I fit perfectly in your arms; that was my first real hug. I didn't say a word during our conversation, or rather, your talk. You left the classroom, and I couldn't stop blushing.

It had been three months, and I hadn't heard from you. I have developed a crush on you. How could I though? I didn't give you any means  to contact me. Then one day, I had an idea.  I took my mom's phone and created a Facebook account.

I was going to track you down no matter what. I input my friend's username into the search bar, and when I found him. I knew finding you would be easy. After a long search through his friends' list, I found your Facebook account, I smiled. With this level of skill I could easily work for the FBI.

I sent you a friend request, and you responded a week after. I was excited, and we started chatting. I had to introduce myself because i didn't uploaded my picture on Facebook.  You asked me how  I remembered you, and I sent you a quote I stole from my sister's diary, 

"I could forget a place, I could forget a face, but forget you? Forget it."

 You sent a smiley emoji. After weeks of chatting frequently, you asked me to be your girlfriend. I sent the fastest reply of "yes, I will. That night I thought about our wedding and how many kids we would have. I was so excited, I was finally getting the guy of my dreams. 

That marked the start of our relationship. I frequently took my mom's phone to chat with you. Our relationship was thriving, we barely saw each other. When you told me you would come to visit me at my school the next week, I was so thrilled. But everything went bad. I had a terrible acne breakout the day before.

You came to my school, but it was already late, and it was mandatory I went home early. When you arrived, I gave you a handshake; it was weird, I had no idea of how to greet you.

 I had to cover my face with a scarf the entire time, I didn't want you to see my breakouts, it didn’t favor the flow of our conversation; I'm sure you thought I was protecting myself because you had bad breath.

Our meeting had to be cut short because I had to go home because my parents were going to be worried. We parted ways, and that was the last time I saw you.

We dated for almost a month, and we only hung out once; mostly because I had very strict parents. 

You weren't a fan. You asked me if I had a solution. I suggested it was best we broke up; not because I was tired of you but I didn't see the point of dating someone I rarely see.

We broke up. It hurts me that it ended that way. I had already planned our wedding (I was crazy). It's funny how we were in a long-distance relationship in the same city. It has been 6 years, and I always remember you. I have tried tracking you down, but all to no avail; as though the universe is against us.

Even though our relationship was very short-lived, I will always appreciate knowing someone like you. You were funny and knew how to navigate a conversation. I enjoyed chatting with you, I will never forget your cute but yet goofy good morning and goodnight texts. And who knows, we may meet again in the future, and we will finally have that wedding I dreamt of.

Love, D

Xoxo.