No matter how much I tried to ignore it, the love letter kept messing with my head.
At lunch, while Andrea was rambling about something, I wasn't listening.
During class, while the teacher was explaining a lesson, I wasn't paying attention.
Even when I got home, lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling—I still thought about it.
I didn't know why it bothered me so much.
Andrea had every right to like someone. It wasn't my business.
And yet…
I couldn't let it go.