~PART ONE~ Why everybody’s first love is always over-rated

~PROLOGUE~

August 2015

Edward Ahn,

The first time I saw you, my brother told me you're bad for me; straightaway-with no attempts of giving explanation. He loves doing deductions like a detective you know? The way Sherlock (Benedict Cumberbatch version) deduced that Dr. John Watson has an alcoholic brother just by looking at his mobile phone. Now that I think about it, I should have believed him that very moment. But we both knew he sucked at reading people so I chose the alternative instead... to fall in love with you.

From then on, no matter how my brother used to mock my love for you, I preferred to love you anyway.

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"Please try to write something readable would you?" The handsome scumbag said as he struggled to peek at the tissue paper where I scribbled words about him.

"I'm writing you a letter."

E-Ahn started tapping his index finger on the table, probably thinking if I am fooling his magnificent brain or not. He always does that... tapping his index finger when thinking.

"Right; you're writing me a letter while I am seated here in front of you, talking nonchalantly."

With that tone of voice, I knew he was being sarcastic, not buying what I just told him.

"It's true."

"Then let me read it." He said challenging me to show him the tissue paper. I gave it to him to prove that the piece of paper was intended for him.

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Do you remember how he always joked about how I failed all my Math subjects but I could get a PhD in AHNalogy? Yes, he still jokes about that occasionally, during nostalgic times. But I think people who knew both of us have already out-grown my so-called 'obsession' to you. I hope I'm also capable of doing that.

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"Ah! Forget it. I won't understand your hand writing anyway."

This guy is a big fat liar. I knew he could understand my handwriting very well; he's just pretending to escape an awkward situation. E-Ahn used the tissue paper to wipe his forehead so he could get rid of the evidence of my 76th confession. He got rid of it effortlessly; same way with how he gets rid off my feelings.

"I can recite it for you if you want. The words were still etched in my heart." I said mockingly, trying hard not to laugh.

"Never mind... Ahnalogy huh? How could I forget that? That's the first and last funny joke of your brother." Edward Ahn laughed his heart out

See? Even E-Ahn finds that joke funny; everyone except me. How can I make fun of my own feelings for him for seven years?

"I don't know why I still like you E-ahn", the words came out of my mouth without filter. My blabbermouth self never fails to bring out the shameful part of me.

"I don't know why you do either", he confessed.

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Me, telling you that I am very much in love with every bit of you was a usual part of our conversation, like how other people say hi and hello to strangers.

Yet you always say that I'm just in love with the idea of love, but you were wrong Edward Ahn.

The idea of love with somebody else is not worth falling for.

You are my idea of love.

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