"Ugh, it's too complicated to explain over the phone. Let's just talk in person."
"Alright, see you tonight then."
"Yeah, see you tonight."
I ended the call with a sigh.
"Forget it, stop thinking about it."
Right now, I needed to focus on what was in that drawer.
I glanced at the key, inserted it into the lock, took a deep breath, and yanked open the drawer.
4.
I sighed as I looked at the pink envelope in my hand.
It was the love letter I'd written to Charles.
I'd been working on it for so long that I'd almost forgotten when exactly I'd first fallen for him.
Maybe it was back in senior year when I suddenly came down with acute gastroenteritis, and Charles insisted on taking me to the hospital, missing the math competition in the process.
Or perhaps it was during the school sports meet when I had a stomach ache, and he rushed to carry me to the infirmary without a second thought.
Then again, it could have been just a few days ago when I tripped, and he caught me, looking so worried as he asked if I was okay.
Whatever the reason, I couldn't help but think, "What's the point of teasing if you're not going to marry me?"
I remembered asking him once, "Charles, why are you so nice to me?"