Forever and Always

Day One

Aidan POV
Ali and I hide behind a wall near Isaac's overly rusted blue locker. After what seems like eternity he reaches it. The locker opens. My breath hitches. It flutters to the ground. He slowly bends down to pick it up. His eyes scan over the letter. His face turns a light shade of pink. Ali grabs onto my arm and shakes it as if to say, 'This is really happening!' His eyes lift from the page scanning the area. My heart stops beating.

Isaac POV
I smile to the secretaries in the main office as I pass by. I speed walk past the library taking time to recognize the scent of books and coffee wafting out of it. I come upon the hideous rusted blue monstrosity that is my locker. I turn the dial right, then left, then right again. I yank the handle and the metal door pops open with a clank. Slowly a tiny, pristine, white envelope flutters to the tiled floor. I bend down and pick it up. My name is neatly written on the side facing me in a loopy design. I turn the parcel over in my hand and open it. The same writing stares back at me.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I know that you know that, what you have just read cannot possibly be my own words, however I write them with the upmost sincerity. I think of you as Shakespeare thinks of the lady he writes of. Your smile never ceases to brighten even the dullest of days. I am afraid that'll be all from me this morning. Until next time.
Yours forever and always,
Anonymous
My heart stops beating. Why me? My face heats up as I tear my eyes from the page and the neat beautiful handwriting decorating it. I scan the area surrounding my locker. No one. Who wrote this?