Dear Reece,

Like always, I am here seated at the window. The sky is pitch black. I can see the stars from here. Even your favourite star, the Beta Herculis is brighter than it has ever been before. Funny how your mum named you Herculis Reece. Those two names have always rhymed and in a way I guess it signified how you are a hero. Well, the first time we met you were.

Remember the first day we met? At Sasha's seventeenth birthday party. I was practically this shy girl that had just moved to your small town. I literally had no friends except Sasha and maybe that was because our families go way back. Forgive me if I rumble through this letter but there are more to come so forgive me if I rumble in the next letter. I do not know why I am apologising!

Maybe I am apologising for having crossed paths with you. For having entered your life? But that's destiny. Sometimes I try to picture how different our lives would have been if you and I hadn't met and then other times I am grateful. Grateful for the laughter. Grateful for the dates. I am grateful for the fact that I got someone who brought so much joy in my life that it was unimaginable.

I am grateful that I met my first love when I met you. Do strangers always leave this impact on you when you meet them? But strangers are no longer strangers once they get to know you. Once you get to open up about your insecurities to them. Once you get a taste of them.

But do you know what hurts most? The fact that strangers can become strangers again despite knowing them for a long time.

What hurts even more is that those strangers make themselves strangers to you. You start to doubt everything that they told you. Every word they confided in you. Every act they made to express their love for you, becomes all a show in your mind. You start questioning if anything was true.

This is how it is for you and me.

Yours truly, 

Elena