Let Me Count the Ways

Best friend

 "Oh my gosh! Clarabelle!" Persephone gaped at me. "You didn't tell me they were like this!" 

 "How would I have explained it?" I asked. I could feel myself blushing a bright red. 

 "Let me read some of the other notes." 

 "Fine."

 I opened the shoebox. There were over a hundred different notes on paper of different colors, sizes, shapes, and even scents. There was one that was a scratch and sniff strawberry and another that smelled faintly of cologne. There were pink notes, blue notes, green and white; hearts, circles, rectangles, squares, and even a cootie catcher. Some had poems, some had quotes, some had paragraphs, others only a few words or a sentence. 

 Persephone's eyes got wider and wider and she read the notes. I picked a few up and read them again. If it was even possible, my face got redder. 

 You are beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, amazing, wonderful, lovely, darling, adorable, cute, and absolutely different from everyone else. More beautiful than Aphrodite herself, than a sunset, than famous paintings, than any other girl. Never forget that. 

      Your Not So Secret Admirer

 I love you so much

 You are the star to my burst

 The breath to my lungs

      Your Not So Secret Admirer

Love only waits for one thing. The right moment.

      Your Not So Secret Admirer

 Don't stop believing. It's gotta be you. I want you and your beautiful soul. That's what makes you beautiful. Never say never.  

      Your Not So Secret Admirer

 How many stars did God use when he made your eyes?

      Your Not So Secret Admirer

I shook my head. Whoever this kid was, he was crazy. Who would write these sort of things to me? I couldn't think of a single person. 

 "Isaac."

 "What?" I looked up, jerked out of my thoughts by Persephone's voice.

 "Isaac." She said, grinning ear to ear. "Has to be."

 "What? Isaac? No." I laughed. "No way this is him."

 "It has to be!" Persephone exclaimed, grabbing both of my wrists and looking me straight in the eyes. "He is the only one who makes sense."

 I shook my head. "No way."

 Right on cue, the doorbell range. "Honey! Clarabelle! It's Isaac!"

 I looked over at Persephone. "No."

 She had that look in her eyes. That's it, I thought, I'm doomed.