For a while now, you’ve been chasing after a guy you like, Jake

Every holiday you’d give him little letters and presents, In hopes he’d notice you. Though with many attempts, it was clear he wasn’t interested in you

So you stopped. It’s now past school hours, cleaning your locker out for the summer. Lined up in the corner of your locker was letters, letters Jake never received

That was when Jake stood behind you

“Are they for me? Like all the other letters you’ve written?”