Every day, during lunch hour, I stop at her locker to drop in another letter.
I want her to know that she's the best thing I've ever laid eyes on.
The most beautiful person I've ever seen.
Although she wasn't perfect to others, to me she was flawless.
These were just some things I have written to her.
However, she doesn't know who I am.
I guess you could say, I'm her anonymous.
(ATTENTION: This short-story is like "Part 2" of a new series I'm making. It's basically a series of either girls or guys writing letters to their crush/love. You do NOT have to read the first book "Dear Blackbird" to understand this.)