When I walk to the fence today, I'm not sure what to think anymore of the boy. Will he think I'm crazy? Will he still talk to me? Will he pretend that the letter I wrote him never existed? That there was no such thing, that I never loved him? My heart is pounding in my chest, and I keeping walking, my feet laboriously moving.

I get to the fence, and he's not there. I'm relieved and sad about it at the same time. I want to run away, far away where no one will know I exist. I don't want to see his reaction. I don't think I'll ever be ready to see it. I don't want to wilt, just like a flower without sun.

And he's here.

I want to run.

A plane flies.

A plane.

What's that doing here?

Too surprised to do anything, I let the plane fly out of my vision. I turn around with numb feet, thinking I hope I don't fall and reaching down to pick up the letter. My fingers are shaking, trying to undo the folds. I rip it a few times, only making them shake worse.

When I finally get it open, I read it.

I don't need to say anything anymore. I don't want to say anything anymore. When there is nothing but silence, everything is okay. Nothing in the world is wrong.

He starts a shaky sentence, "I..." but doesn't know how to continue.

I start to try to reassure him, only to realize that I've run out of words, too. What do I say? What will comfort him? I don't know anything. I don't know. I have no idea how to help him. So we stand there in silence for a little while more.

I take in a deep breath. "I didn't think you'd take me seriously," I say. "I didn't expect..." I don't know what I'm saying anymore. I guess I just didn't think that you'd ever return them. What chance was there? We're destined to be split apart. There are worlds separating us. How would two beings as weak as us ever cross them?

He's fumbling for words too. "Well," he says. "Um... well... I meant that letter... but..."

I don't need him to say it. I already know that he means everything he said. The look on his face, filled with hope and happiness is all I need.

But I hear it anyway.

"I love you."

There's a sudden change in the atmosphere. From that moment, there is no turning back.

And I know I like this world much better.

So I encourage this brand new world, too. So it's not just him. I clear my face of all negativity, and state, "I love you too."

There's no more need for anything anymore. I don't even care about what happens to me if I can just keep on seeing him. The wind congratulates us. Good job for finally stating your feelings. Keep on being true to each other, okay?