Dear first love,
You were our school's golden boy. More than a decade has passed and your smile still radiates the pacific sun. You have two kids and a lovely wife. Sometimes I'd like to think she's the petite version of me. Hell yeah, I'm just kidding my own mind. I'm not writing this to tell you're still the one I'll always want, because my feelings for you were like my teenage acne and baby fats-they were long gone. Nonetheless, I am  happy for you because you seem like you're happy with your young family life. I'm doing ok myself. I'm tying the knot this year with a good man. Someone who doesn't know how to be perfect but surely has me on top of his priorities. That's more than enough for me. Yeah, I'm going to brag he makes more money than you. Yeah, that's what this is all about. I feel lazy to think more.