Author's Note: , EVERYBODY! I miss you all so much, I really do! I'm sorry for making you wait for such a really long time! You, guys, can blame it on my Internet connection. I'd only been replying messages using my phone, and never had time to read fanfictions, because I always have to study. Yeah, exams seasons are finally here in my country, and I might not be around for quite a long time. I will update this story again this Friday, but I won't update the next Friday because I'm celebrating a holy day for Hindus. So ~ here you go!

Eleanor's POV

I couldn't stop reading Paul's letter. That was the sweetest thing a boy ever gave to me. No, actually, that's the only thing a boy ever gave me.

Believe it or not, I actually remember every single line of the letter!

Dear Eleanor,

Maybe this is another one of the letters from your secret admirers. Maybe you've rejected lots, and maybe you might reject this one as well. But I just want to tell you that I love you, Eleanor. I love you so much, and it hurts just to see you not being with me.

I like you being my best friend in the whole wide world, and I'd love to see you being my lover.

If I were allowed to quote your favorite of Shakespeare, I would say: 'My only love sprung from my only rate! Too early unknown and known too late.'

And Eleanor, I would love to love you for the rest of my life, if I can.

Even if you reject me, I know that deep down inside your heart—you're in love with me.

Happy Valentine's Day, Ellie.

All my love,

Paul

Even though Paul and I were dating, it still felt like our previous relationship before we became lovers, but he would attack me with kisses whenever I do something silly.

I loved that boy very much, and I was very glad that he was proud to have me as his girlfriend. But I didn't want him to be that happy and proud, because he would be crushed if I let him down.

Whenever my parents weren't home, he would come over and talk to me about the things I didn't know about sex. I knew I was supposed to talk to my mum, teacher, or Ramona about this, but I was too shy.

He would some times pause whenever he's talking to me, and then look at me with a straight face.

"Not to rush your or anything, but…" he began, "when are you going to be ready to lose it?"

I could feel my cheeks turning pink of embarrassment. He was the only chap who knew I was still a virgin.

"I'm not sure," I murmured, not looking at him. "On my wedding night, I think. I dunno."

Ramona thought it's weird for people to have sex during their wedding night. She thought, what if I die before I get married? And she stated that dying as a virgin or a spinster isn't a good way to die. I knew she was concerned about me.

"Oh." He said. "I'm just curious, alright? You've nothing to worry about."

I could tell the way he some times would look at me. Behind the love in his handsome hazel eyes, I saw lust waiting to break free. I knew he wanted to shag me so badly, but I wasn't sure if he was the right person to lose it to. And I wouldn't be too sure if we would still be together until we're old or something. But if we do still stick around when we're old—that would be very amazing.

Paul's POV

Eleanor and I went out to play catch in a park near her house when the sun was shining bright above us in a beautiful Saturday morning in March.

I threw my rugby ball at her, and she caught it like a professional. We did this so I could win the rugby match next week.

I loved playing catch with her, you know? She wasn't the kind of girl who would be scared of breaking a nail and she wasn't scared to be dirty. Even though she dressed prettily, she didn't care if she broke a nail or not.

"Paul?" she said. Her voice wasn't that high-pitched as before.

"Yes? Are you tired?" I asked, throwing the ball at her.

She caught the ball with a huff, and then looked at me. "No," she said. "I just want to let you know that I love you, Paul." She threw the ball to me, and I caught it.

I grinned at her. "I love you, too, Ellie," I said. "Is there something silly you did?"

She shook her head, grinning. "No."

One of the things I loved about Eleanor was that she always tells the truth. She told me she couldn't stand lying to people. It made her feel miserable and guilty inside. And besides, I could tell if she was lying or not. Her cheeks would turn pink, her eyes would look everywhere—showing she was nervous, and her lips would suddenly curl into a smile. I knew Eleanor too much.

We lied down beneath the shady tree after playing catch, and watched the puffy clouds slowly move across the light blue sky with our hands beneath our heads. We listened to the wind blowing through the leaves on the branches of the trees. We both closed our eyes at the tranquility surrounding us. It was just beautiful.

We went home around twelve for lunch, and Eleanor had to study for exams. Even though it was still long, she had to be prepared. She used all those free times for studying.

"Don't expect to play with me all the time, because I'll be studying," she said before we parted. She hugged me tightly, and then kissed me. "I love you, Paul."

I kissed her, and smiled. "I love you, too, Ellie."

We went our own way home afterwards. I might not see her often this year. I was starting to miss her already.

Author's Note: It's short, I know. But more will come this Friday. And now, I have to study for English exam tomorrow, and please please please wish me luck, because I really want to graduate from middle school.

Cheerio!