You don’t remember when it began but you started to find little notes in your locker. Small notes all dedicated from some ‘secret admirer’ who always remained nameless and faceless. There was one note, and then there would be another a few weeks later. Then the time between each note seemed to lessen and the frequency of these notes increased. Nearing the end of the school year, you were receiving one every day. They were always different. And always more poetic than the last. As the year went by, they got longer and more and more heartfelt, like whoever was writing you notes was desperately trying to show his affection in the time left before you graduated.

But they refused to say who they were.

It was the first day of May, the last month of school. You made your way through the crowded hall per usual, which was all the more lively as the school year started to wrap up. You headed towards your locker and, just like every other day lately, a note was waiting for you as you opened your locker.