The day began, I walk through the halls. What is that on my locker, Its a rose and a letter. What does it mean, as I begin to open the letter my heart starts to pound.
who sent this..why did they send it,
these questions pounding in my head. I look down the hall no ones around. I look down to the rose and a tear starts to run down my cheek. This has to be a dream I keep telling myself, no one would dare to love me, Why am I doubting this. I could actually be loved by a man that respects me and wants me for me.
