Freckled Boy

When I was still young, I had a face full of freckles.

When I entered my teenage years, all the boys and girls around me were aware of beauty and ugliness, but my freckles still did not fade. I began to walk with my head down, I refused to look in the mirror, and my young heart became sensitive and fragile.

Although I had always gotten good grades in my grade and was well-liked, that didn't stop people from occasionally talking about my freckles. It was so bad that I even overheard one of my classmates use the word "disastrous" to my face. In addition to having a face that felt dirty, I had a skinny body with a dull complexion, an old-fashioned haircut, and bad teeth.

In short, I can't relate to beautiful, for this reason, I armed myself with a layer of inferiority thorns.

I don't like to get too close to good-looking girls for fear of being overshadowed. I tried to be a brother to the boys to cover up my disappointment that no one liked me. I tried very hard to keep myself away from the class gossip rumors, and any sentence that linked me to any boy was, in my opinion, an insult. Because I decided that no one would appreciate me, that it was just good classmates making fun of me by making up nonsense.

Then, under these circumstances, I received my first love letter as a teenager.

The unsigned letter contained words related to longing and love that made me ashamed and angry. I remember clenching my fist, the thin piece of paper was clenched in my hand so tightly that my body even trembled uncontrollably. This must be a prank, I can't wait to find out the mastermind behind this, with my sharp teeth into his arm and bite hard.

I didn't throw the letter away, I kept it and quietly compared it to the handwriting of my classmates, hoping to find the prankster and teach him a lesson.

However, I found nothing, and a week later, a second letter was sent to me.

The same words that would make a normal girl blush, but I would only blush when I read it, especially when I read the sentence "You are such a special girl, even the little freckles on your face are especially cute", my thorns were instantly stirred up. I tore off the correction tape taped to the letterhead, and sure enough, I saw a name.

The name belongs to the memory of a certain slightly fat boy, in elementary school he was in the next class, after junior high school he seems to have gone to the next school. I wrote a letter to an old classmate at the next school to find out about his class, and the envelope was addressed to his class teacher. Yes, I told him off in the letter, I said he was disgusting and perverted and shameless, I used every bad word I could think of. The moment I put the letter into the mailbox, my heart surged with the pleasure of revenge.

From then on, I never received another letter from him, and peace was restored to my heart and my life.

Later, I went on to high school and then to university. During this period, the most surprising thing was that the freckles on my face faded little by little. I changed my hair, wore beautiful clothes, and received love letters one after another.

I became happy and easily satisfied, except when I remembered my youthful past. Yes, about the slightly chubby boy with his love letters, about the letter of denunciation that was sent, about the later news of his unwarranted transfer to another school.

Because I knew that the boy who said my freckles were cute in the letter at first must have been deeply hurt by me.

In American dramas, foreign children's faces are always covered with freckles, but it doesn't affect their cuteness in any way. So the freckles that I had when I was young may have seemed cute to him.

So, if I could do it all over again, I would not do it.