It's so strange to be talking to you again. You're both a stranger and an old friend. Everything is the same, but everything is also different. I don't know how to explain it. I feel like I'm having to get to know you all over again. I don't mind, though. Not at all. You might have changed here and there, but you're still very much the boy I fell in love with all those months ago. You're still my noob.


I haven't heard that word - our nickname for each other - in a long time. But you were quick to bring it up the moment we started talking and since then we've been tossing the nickname back and forth. As silly as that is, it makes me happy. I know I pretend to hate the nickname, and you do too, but I think deep down we both secretly love it. It's our thing.

I also love the teasing we've been doing. It feels just like old times. It also puts a smile on my face.

You, noob, put a smile on my face. And a bounce in my step, and a flutter in my chest. I'm so happy to be talking to you again.

I'm also scared to be talking to you again.

I don't really know what us talking means - if it even means anything at all. I hope it means something. I really do. I think it might since you said yes when I asked if us hanging out again was a possibility. But I don't want to get my hopes up. I don't want to have my heart broken by you again. I don't think I'd survive going through that kind of pain a second time...

That being said, though, I'm hoping for the best. I'm hoping that all of this is genuine and that you still care about me and are willing to try again and make things work. But mostly, I'm hoping for a second chance with you - a second chance at love.

Will you give it to me?