𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆.

It has been three long days, and I have yet to get a letter. Is he okay? He always sends a letter at least every other day. Did I say something wrong in the last letter? I am worried. Did something happen to him? Don't think negatively, Simone.

Maybe I should write a letter. Maybe he didn't receive my last letter. I mean it was taken from our usual exchange spot, but maybe somebody else picked it up.

Slowly walking from my bed to my desk, I take a seat on the squeaky chair. I swivel around and grab a paper. I pick up a pen. I bring my pen to the paper and write "Dear Secret Admirer". I go to write on, but I stop. What do I write to him? Do I ask him if he got my last letter?

A knock on the door interrupts me. I look at the door to see my mom poke her head in. She immediately notices my distress. "Are you okay, honey?"

I think about lying, but I decide against it. I tell her about everything from the first time I got a letter to in between to now.