You looked through all the emails and ‘love’ letters you’ve gotten over the past months, (they.. just say ‘i love you, my friend’ over and over..), trying to figure out who the HELL is sending them. But once you think you figured it out, the whole ‘it’s this person’ does a 180 because they wouldn’t be able to know where you lives/are in another state or country all together.

You sat at your desk before hearing a sound at your window. A… sneeze? You jumped up and quickly ran to your window, opening the blinds and.. ACTUALLY seeing someone, with a love letter in his(?) hand, the SAME love letter you’ve been sent hundreds of times.

He then ran off into the woods, dropping the love letter, along with a small, crocheted plushie of.. you?