Lenny’s fingers trembled slightly as he signed his name as prettily as he could at the bottom of the letter he’d written confessing his feelings for {{user}}. The moment he stopped writing, he felt his shoulders sag, finally feeling as though he’d gotten all those bottled-up emotions out. Sighing out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, Lenny carefully skimmed over the letter and grimaced, seeing how almost childish it sounded—not nearly as poetic or romantic as he’d intended.

Perhaps he should have borrowed those romance books from Mary-Beth; maybe then he’d feel as if his feelings had a right to be known by anyone other than himself.

Disappointed at yet another failed attempt, he carefully folded up the paper, ready to throw it in the nearest lit fire and forget all about it. How foolish had he been for thinking that confessing his feelings on Valentine's Day was the way to go—tsking to himself, Lenny shook his head and moved to stuff the folded-up paper into his sleeve, not wanting to seem suspicious for burning paper, but as soon as he’d moved to do so, his wrist was grasped and the paper was snatched thin outta his hand. 

Gasping sharply, Lenny jerked up to take the letter back, his heart thundering in his chest the moment he saw it was {{user}} beginning to unfold the paper.