My hat box: my most prized possession. It was given to me from mommy so I can put the things that are most valuable to me. Before there were 5 letter inside addressed to each boy I have ever loved. Thinking back to the day the letters were sent out still embarrasses me, but if it wasn't for that, I don't think I would ever experience all the love I have experienced right now. Now what occupies my hatbox are pictures, letters, and little souvenirs that have been given to me by Peter Kavinsky. I still write letters. I don't think that part of me will ever change, but this time it's all to Peter. One for every milestone in our relationship. I've written one after prom, after we broke up and got back together, and our first year apart in college. Here I am again writing on light blue stationary with outline hearts on each corner given to me by my grandma when she went to Korea. I grabbed my favorite pen from my desk drawer and began to write.

Dear Peter,

It feels silly writing this letter to you when I'm going to be going out with you later today to celebrate our anniversary. If someone were to have told me freshman year of high school that I would be dating pretty-boy Peter (sorry I just had to put that there) I would probably think that they are crazy. But here we are three years later and our relationship is still going strong. I still think back to when you got my letter. I was mean to you because I didn't want to give you the benefit of the doubt that another girl liked you.

I'm writing this letter to tell you how wonderful you are and how happy you make me. You are so kind to me, my family, and especially Kitty. She adores you. What made me fall for you at first is your relationship with her. You've gone above and beyond for her, even when we were broken up. She looks up to you like an older brother that she never had. But enough about Kitty.

Thank you for always being there to support me even when things got hard. You are not what people expect of you being this popular jock back then. Every time I pushed you away, you fought harder for us and I will always love you for that. I don't know how I would have made through my first year of college without you. You never fail to brighten my day and I hope that never goes away. Sometimes I get so afraid that I may love you more than you love me, but you surprise me every time.

Hopefully year three will be our best one yet. I look forward to growing with you and seeing where we go next.

Love always,

Lara Jean

I proof-read it for any errors or mistakes in case I have to write another letter again. I'm really picky on having to cross anything out to make any spelling mistakes. My phone vibrates on my desk and check to see who it is. Peter's calling.

"Hello" I said, trying to hide the excitement of my voice

"Covey! I'm on my way to pick you up right now" I can hear that Peter has me on speakerphone when driving

" What did I tell you about talking on the phone and driving?" He knows that's one of my pet-peeves

" Aw come on, you know I have bluetooth on in my car. No way am I harming anyone on the road" Hearing Peter whine always puts a smile on my face. He's right though, at least he isn't texting.

" No excuses Peter" I said trying to hide my amusement

"Fine! I'm about an hour away so be sure to be ready by the time I get there" I nod my head as if he could see " Okay well I'm going to get off now so you can get here safely. " putting emphasis on that last word.

I hang up the phone before Peter can argue his case. I enclose the letter with the matching envelope that came with the stationary and addressed it. Peter has been going on about how he was so excited to give me my anniversary present. Luckily his surprises are very Lara-Jean friendly. I go over to my bed and take the hat box out. Back at home I have the hatbox in my closet, but at UNC I elected on keeping it under my bed. Although I have my own room in the apartment that I share with Katrina, but when Peter comes over I don't want him being nosey and looking inside of my hatbox. I grabbed all the letters throughout the second year of our relationship and arranged it neatly in the scrapbook I made for him. This was my present for him. I couldn't think of a better way to express myself besides giving this to him. I neatly wrap the book in a box and set it on my bed while I finish packing the rest of my stuff.

As much as I miss home, I really love it here at UNC. This was the first time I've had my own identity. I wasn't Margot's younger sister or Peter's girlfriend. The best part of going to school in a different state is no one knowing about my accidental sex tape. I was so glad when the students at the school stopped spreading that video around. Still, I get nervous that the video will resurface somewhere and haunt me in my future. I became instant friends with my roommate Katrina. I was so nervous that we wouldn't get along, but we have been joint when we found out that we both have a love for baking. . I call her my Chinese sister, not because she's Chinese, but because she was adopted by her Chinese stepfather. She was my go to person if I was craving authentic Asian food.

Freshmen year of UNC was one of the best and most challenging year of my life. Classes here are so tough. There were many times where I just wanted to transfer and go home. Home is where I'm meant to be. If it wasn't for Margot and Peter encouraging me, then I probably would have. I ended up surviving without my grades suffering. I joined KASA, Korean-American Student Association and was immediately welcomed. Daddy was so happy when I told him. He always wanted us to be more involved with our Korean culture. Hanging out with them helped the time go by faster.

Sophomore year was a lot easier, especially since I got to take Margot's old car with me this time. Freshmen weren't allowed to have cars on campus so it was always such a bother. I either had to ask Daddy for a ride home or wait until Peter was able to visit. Sometimes Alan, Katrina's brother offered to drive us places. I tried not to both him too much about it though, unless it was for groceries. That was also the year I found out what I really wanted to do. I want to be a baker and own my own bakery. I have always loved baking and being in the kitchen. Baking was the one thing I could do for hours and not feel like I was stressed. I was able to find a part-time job at a nearby bakery called Guglhupf Bake Shop. I worked the front counter, but when it was slow my manager, Quinn let me shadow the other bakers.

Peter and I saw each other twice a month during the off seasons. The relationship got harder after Peter started his lacrosse season. It wasn't like high school when I can go to all of his games, home or away. I went to as many as I could. First years aren't allowed to have cars on campus so I had to take the train or the bus to UVA. Peter offered to drive, but that would be eight hours in the car there and back. Peter decided the summer of Freshmen year that he wanted to be a Physical Therapist. He tore his ACL in the last game of the season last year. He said that his experience with physical therapy fascinated him to want to pursue the career.

I checked my phone to see what time it was. I have twenty minutes until Peter arrives so I decided to do a quick sweep around the dorm room in case I forgot anything. Katrina already left for the day. The room looks spotless due to all of my stuff already being in my suitcase and crates. Lost in thought, I jumped when I heard knocking on the door. Peter had arrived. He immediately wraps me in a bear hug and picks me up

" Happy three years anniversary Covey!" He leans forward to kiss me on the lips. Oh how I have missed him and his kisses.

" Happy three years Peter," I say staring into his eyes, getting lost in the sea of hazel. We almost forget where we were for a second until I get a notification on my phone. Peter puts me down so I can check it. Kitty texted asking me to come home quickly. Knowing Kitty, she is just in a hurry to see Peter over me. That's okay though, I love the relationship she has with him. Peter walks over to the bed and picks up the wrapped present. I rush over and grabbed the box away from him " You can't open this yet. Not until our date" I said hiding it behind my back. He was about to make his case but I shook my head and shooed him away.

We finally get all my stuff packed into his mom's van and I made sure to drop off my keys. I made it through my first year at UNC I think to myself. As we are leaving campus, Peter grabs my hand and laces his fingers with mine. I can't help but stare at him when he drives. He looks so relaxed. Even after three years with him, I still can't get enough of him. We have the whole summer ahead of us and I can't wait what we have in store. But first we have to make it through our anniversary date.

A/N: Hey everyone! It's been a while since I've written a fic. I've been so busy with school and work this idea just came to me not long ago and I wanted to see where the story will take me. I absolutely love the books and the characters. Jenny Han really did a good job by making people fall in love with these characters