Dear You.

"You don't know who I am.
But I know everything about you."

Every week, she receives a letter.
No return address. No name. Just two words at the bottom: "Dear You."

At first, it was harmless-
Compliments. Poems. Sketches of her smile.
Then he started describing her walks home.
The clothes she wore.
The way she looked when she thought she was alone.

She thought it was a joke.
Until the letters mentioned things she never told anyone.
Until she found one slipped under her pillow.

He's not just watching.
He's getting closer.

And he says he loves her.