The Paper Airplanes [bxb]

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Dear Jonah,

I think I might have a crush on you. You're tall, handsome, and nice. You're even single, which is surprising since you're so sweet. I wish you knew who I was, and I wish I had the courage to tell you. I like your new haircut, too. It suits you.

Sincerely,
Your secret admirer

Another two days later, a paper airplane flew into my hand as I waved goodbye to someone. Slightly annoyed, I unfolded it. It started with the same "Dear Jonah" and the mysterious writer claimed to have a crush on me.

I looked around. "Okay, where are you? Come out of your hiding place, now!" I called, and waited a minute, earning no response. "Hello? Come out or else I'll come and look for you!" I waited another minute, but there was still no response.

I searched the bushes and behind the trees, I even checked in the portapotty sitting near the park. There was no one. Freaked out and alarmed, I threw the paper away and walked away quickly.