Adrien's  POV:

   I  hang up.  I get back to reading it.

    I notice the stamp is fancy, and the mark across the top says, "Italy."

    "Italy, now who do you suppose lives there?"

        I  re-read it.

       I gasp as I start to recognize the handwriting.

      "It cannot be, but maybe, it is..."

        I start to feel strange as I read the lovely words across the page.

       I feel as if it links me to the past.

   "Perhaps, in some way, it does."

   "It appears to be a confession."

  I frown because I get those every day.

I smile as I read towards the end.

  I can tell she meant it.

   "The confession is real this time."

    I do not know how to process it.

 How can I ignore it?

    I  blush as I read her name, "Marinette."

    All this time, I thought, no one cared.

   What made her send it to me?

    I was honored, thrilled, yet afraid.

   Marinette was in love with me.

    How could I not see it?

     I  felt as if my heart would break at the news.

  I must find out if she wishes to see me.

   What harm could come from it?

  After all, we used to be friends.

 I recalled how she used to stutter, her clumsy behavior, and how she always seemed afraid of me.

   "All this time, she loves me?"

   I held the postcard to my chest.  

   I  sighed like a silly schoolboy.

  "Marinette Dupain-Cheng loves me!"  I shouted it at the top of my lungs.

   I was so happy.  

  I  wrote her a response to her message.

  Now, I could only hope I was not too late.

    "The love of a woman is far better than no love at all."

  the story continues in Chapter 8

until then, bye-bye, little owlets!

Summer out!