One day, there was nothing; the next, a crisp, folded piece of paper lay waiting. Lately, you've noticed letters appearing in your locker, like whispers from an unknown admirer.

"I find myself hoping to catch a glimpse of you everyday."

The identity of the writer remains a mystery. No name, unfamiliar handwriting, just words of affection and admiration. Each day, another letter would join the first one, a growing collection of anonymous words and sentiments. Who could be sending these?