I wrote a love letter to someone and refused to give out my identity, and now I’m acting as a messenger between him and me because he doesn’t know that I’ve been his so-called ‘pen pal’ all along. I even made up an elaborate story about how this younger girl walked up to me to ask me for his locker number and that’s how the letter got into his locker in the first place, and since I’m the only one who actually ‘saw’ her, he trusts me to give response letters back to her, which I always read in the school bathroom. I don’t know if I should stop because this is probably the most fun I’ve had in years, but I also don’t wanna risk losing the budding friendship I have with him because of this experience. This is so confusing.
—II
