“Sticky notes”

sweet

I was lying on his bed, trying not to cry. He held me and said, “I’ll use sticky notes and whenever I’m in your room, I’ll write a note or draw a picture, and then hide it. Next time you’re missing me, you’ll look in some bizarre place and find it. And then you’ll know how much I love you.”

—Anna

Postscript: This may not be just another high school romance. Six months and counting.

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