It's been three weeks since I started collecting these paper planes. Instead of pictures, last week's planes contained words. Words I can decode and encrypt to finally find whoever you are. I decided that if you throw these paper planes, why shouldn't I?
I started throwing paper planes this week not expecting a response but the latest plane I received contained an address. Somewhere quite near my house. I wouldn't call it a house actually. It's an apartment. That's how the planes must have found you. It feels like the planes have a mind of their own and automatically find you.
We kept exchanging paper planes just like how other people exchange letters until one day, they stopped coming. I found and went to the address you sent and found a tan, curly haired girl with brown eyes. It didn't feel right though. My instincts were saying this wasn't you. "Oh! You must've gotten the plane." She said. "I'm not the one sending them though. The person who does, told me to give you this paper. Good luck!" And she closed the door.
It was another address. Though it wasn't complete. My mind drifted to the first two planes I got. A dove and a house. The only thing missing from the address was the street. And right then, I knew I found you.
