My fingers trembled as I picked up the note. It was a wrinkled, folded up piece of binder paper, sealed with گلابی scotch tape. I knew exactly who had دیا this to me. She always kept گلابی scotch tape in her bag. When I held the paper, I could practically feel her presence... As if she was there with me, urging me to open it. But, I couldn't I was dying to open it, but I was scared, wait, scratch that, TERRIFIED, of what it would یا would not say. I closed my eyes, and کہا to myself "It's better to open it up, and see how she responded, than to throw it away, and spend the rest of my life wondering what she could have یا could not have said." So, I grabbed all my courage, and opened the note. As I opened it, I smelled her scent on the paper.....Vanilla and Honey. I also remembered why I had this note in the first place..And I wish that reason had never been made....
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It started in late December, the air was cold, it was snowing everywhere. I was walking down a cold, rough, cement sidewalk. Dead leaves were crushing beneath my feet. Winter wasn't really my پسندیدہ season, it was so cold, and it was so eery. It just gave me the creeps. And today, there would be another big reason why I hated winter, it was the season when it happened.
I walked up to her, "Hey, Ashlyn. I got your text, is anything wrong, babe?" I کہا to her, taking out my I-phone and pointing to it. I walked closer to Ashlyn who was standing under a tree, the درخت outside of her house where we had our first kiss. I remembered that summers دن as if it were only yesterday. I remembered that درخت was in bloom with beautiful گلابی flowers. I put a پھول in her hair, and she looked into my eyes, and leaned in, getting closer, and closer, until her pink, glossy lips were just centimeters from mine, millimeters..so close..and then.. she kissed me. It was the best دن of my life.
But now, it was different, the green گھاس was covered in snow, so it was not seen. Then درخت was dead, all of its leaves and beautiful گلابی flowers gone. And Ashlyn, her beautiful red hair looked dim in the depressing setting, her shiny skin was pale and dull, and her glowing brown eyes, they had a look in them, a sad look, as if they had been shedding tears all night. "What's wrong?" I repeated, now sounding مزید serious. She still refused to answer my question, but she pulled her hands out of her pocket, and brushed some hair out of her face that had been blown there سے طرف کی a chilly breeze. "I've been thinking, Josh..And, I think we have to break up.." She کہا quietly, not much louder than a whisper. Yet, I heard every word clearly, as if she had screamed it out. "Why?" I asked, I meant for my voice to sound calm and normal, but that wasn't how I felt. My tone sounded like a plea, a sound like I was on the verge of tears. Ashlyn noticed my tone, and her eyes started to water a little bit. "Josh, we have nothing in common. I'm sorry, but, with my parents' divorce, it made me realize that most of the time, people who are opposites don't work out. And I just can't continue to go out with you, and having to worry that we're going to be over because of our differences, and that the pain would be worse because we didn't end it sooner." Her voice cracked with every word, and she started to sob.
Normally, I would run up to her and comfort her, but now, I couldn't, I felt frozen, like I was paralyzed. I couldn't move, so, without saying anything, I let her run away, not into her house, but somewhere, and I knew that she was going to go there to cry, but I didn't go after her..I was too shocked, too sad, and so after a period of time that felt like hours, I walked home.
I spent my Christmas vacation isolated from everyone else, I never replied to me texts یا calls, یا answered any emails یا IM's, I only checked these things to see if Ashlyn had tried to contact me. But she didn't, which caused me to wonder where she was, what she was doing, and who she was with. And, after 2 weeks of depression and moping, I decided to slip a note into her locker on the first دن of coming back to school, and it read:

'I'm still in Love with you, are آپ still in love with me?'

I decided not to put my name, in case someone else saw it, and only she could tell it was me, she knew my writing, and since then I was waiting for her reply. And, a few days after, I opened my locker to find the note, I grabbed it, and as the گھنٹی, بیل for the end of school rang, I dashed out of school, and onto the bus.
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And now, here I was, opening the note, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and read what it said:

'Yes.'

I re-read the one word written in گلابی pen over and over again, and each time I read it, it made up for every time I got مزید and مزید sad thinking about losing her. I threw it on my bed, pulled on my jacket, my shoes, and ran downstairs and out the front door.
My side hurt, the cold air was suffocating me a little, but I didn't care, Ashlyn still loved me. I kept running until I stopped at her house. I ran up the driveway, and onto her blue porch, and knocked on the door, no answer. I sighed, 'I guess I'll just call her.' I thought to myself, as I turned around and walked down the 3 wooden steps of her porch. And, as I lifted my head, I saw Ashlyn, standing near the tree, in almost the same spot she was standing the last time I spoke to her. She was smiling at me, and as she slowly walked up to me she said, "I'm never going to break up with آپ again." And as she brushed my bangs out of my eyes, she whispered, "I missed those blue eyes, I missed looking into them..." Suddenly, her lips started getting closer to mine, centimeters..millimeters...closer and closer...and they met. I didn't know how long the kiss last, all I knew was that she was kissing me, I was holding her, and that winter had never looked مزید beautiful...