it's friday, the fifth day this certain stranger from one of my classes had sent a letter to me, they still haven't stopped huh? as i opened my locker, i found a new letter under the rose. i picked up the rose and a new petal fell out.
once again, i ignored and picked up the letter.
this is me reminding you that you are beautiful, okay? and are you blackmailing me, love? not gonna work, sorry. i'm scared you'll hate me once you figure out who i am. anyways, have a great day, it's friday! keep the rose, okay? i love you.
why would i hate you? i'm starting to actually like this, you're really sweet. no one has ever made me feel loved and important before, y'know? thank you, stranger. (except my family, of course)