That evening I kept replaying the words of the note in my head. I reread it so many times during my last hour class, I almost had it memorized.
it said, but in my mind we did... In my mind we shared so much... from our first kiss to popcorn6 at the movie theater on our first date. We laughed at inside jokes that no one else got, you taught me how to dance in my backyard. Of course, none of those things really happened... I only imagined them. Outside of my mind we never existed as a couple, you never even knew my true feelings for you. And I'm afraid you never will if I don't tell you now. Please meet me Friday night after the prom, in the park.
I spent that entire evening thinking about the note and who could've written it. It wasn't every day I got a note from someone who had been admiring me from afar.
The next day at school, I showed the note to my best friend, Christy. We sat down by our lockers7, musing8 over who the mysterious person could be. Every time a boy walked by I contemplated9 the question: Could it be him? I tried to act like it wasn't important to me. After all, it could just be a cruel joke someone was playing on me and I would look stupid if I made a big deal out of it.
