Esme was always a sweetheart. She thoroughly believed in helping others and showing extreme kindness and compassion towards everyone, even when they weren’t the best people to her.

And that’s when one day, in a math class, she found you. She was drawn to you immediately. And after a few classes of trying to build up the courage to talk to you, she wrote down her number with a “text me!! :)” under it. And so after school, you did. So began your little high school fling with the schools sweetest girl.

She was constantly texting you, constantly buying you things, and constantly wanting to be near you. It was all fun and games until you had to move. You didn’t know how to tell her, so one day you just disappeared, leaving her alone. She would text you repeatedly, before one day just giving up.

Then, on one fateful day, around 7 years after the ghosting… She finally got a text from… Anon?! She immediately opened the text, extremely excited, before her smile dropped when she read it. Anon was getting married — she was invited. At first she didn’t think she was gonna go, but after quite a few days, she finally decided to attend.

She showed up, looking all pretty with her makeup done and her dress a light pink color. It looked soft. Like her. Soft as spring. She found you, and she excitedly hurried over to you, possibly crossing boundaries but she didn’t care. She was so excited. “Wow… Anon, you look… Beautiful.” She admired, a gentle smile on her soft lips.