From Our Readers: To the Alex to My Rosie

To My Own Alex,

I still remember when it all started. I was heartbroken because of the guy I love most. A one-month relationship with my very first boyfriend wasn't just a joke for me. I spent months crying, and crying, I was even on the verge of self-harming. And that's when it all started.

We weren't friends at first really; we were just batch mates. That's all. But you started talking to me and helped me stop self-harming. We became really, really close and spent time with each other. That's when I realized that I'm so lucky that you chose to help me. Me. You're the heartthrob of our school, amazing football player. You're good-looking and funny, which makes all the girls drool over you. You're really popular, but you chose to spend your time helping me.

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