Too Late

Helen had never really taken much notice in the boy that sat next to her in Physics. Sure, he helped her out sometimes, told some funny jokes, but still not much. That was, until he was gone. And then she started getting these strange notes. Little pieces of torn paper, with the most beautiful words written on them.

The words were about her. They described her in a most flattering way, praising her beauty, speaking of her kindness. They spoke of her every habit, both good and bad. But...

She had absolutely no idea who wrote them.