Essentially, I adore Liam with every fiber of my being.
He knows me like the back of his hand and besides Kennedy, he’s the only person I trust.
Speaking of Kennedy, she’s currently peering over, trying to get a look at my phone screen. “Are you texting your boyfriend?” she teases.
The wordboyfriendassociated with Liam causes butterflies to birth in my stomach.
“None of your business, Ken.” I jokingly glare at her as I open his message.
How was your day, Bel? —Liam
I love that he calls me Bel. He’s the only one who does. Everyone else uses May or Mabel. I like that he has something that’s just for him.
Fantastic. Finished my assignment and picked my next set of nails —Bel
What have we decided on? —Liam
Yellow with sunflowersI’m repping team sunshine since you’re a total grump. —Bel
Very cute, babe. —Liam
Every time he calls me babe (yes, I’m aware it’s platonic), I melt into a puddle of mushy feelings.
Kennedy bursts my bubble of joy by asking, “Don’t you think it’s time you finally meet him in person, May?”
“Yeah.” My shoulders deflate as I glance up at her. “I do think it’s time.”
Fun fact: I have no idea what Liam looks like.
After high school came to an end, we exchanged phone numbers in our last letter to keep in touch. But when I asked him to meet up, he said he was taking a gap year to visit his grandparents in Ireland. I even offered to video call because I was so desperate to see him, yet he dodged it with some lame excuse about the time difference.
For some reason, Liam has this need to remain hidden behind his walls.
Maybe the anonymity of our friendship makes it easier for him to open up. And I have a feeling someone has hurt Liam badly in the past, hence why he’s a bit shy and reserved.
Except with me via text.
Maybe he also thinks that seeing each other will change things and ruin the magic?
Now that I’m in my sophomore year at Vesta University, our friendship has been going on for two years. And Liam is back in Montardor, which means wehaveto eventually meet.
We can’t go on like this for much longer.
The urge to see him increases every time we text.
I may not know what Liam looks like, but once I do, it’ll never change how I feel about him. I love his big heart and his golden soul, which shines with so much goodness.
Ignoring the odd pang travelling through my chest whenever I think of seeing Liam, I text him a picture of my mango milkshake.
If you had to drink one flavoured milkshake for the rest of your life, what would it be? —Bel
He replies within seconds.
Strawberry milkshake all the way. —Liam
Mango milkshake is the only acceptable answer. I’m contemplating our friendship. —Bel
One of my fondest childhood memories is eating mangoes with mytitas(I’m half Filipina and that’s how I address all my aunts on my dad’s side) on hot summer evenings. I get my love for the fruit from them.
