When I was 13 years old, my parents moved to the city and I started attending a new school. I was very shy at that age and I didn’t have any friends. It took me a while to fit in. The other girls seemed much more mature than I was. A lot of them seemed to have boyfriends and I had never even kissed a boy before.

I wasn’t really used to any kind of male attention at all. Whenever a guy smiled or winked at me, I was either extremely embarrassed or convinced that he was playing some kind of joke on me. I never thought of myself as beautiful and couldn’t believe that any guy would really find me attractive.

Then, one day, I found a note in my locker. It was a small, blue envelope, sealed with a little pink heart sticker. Inside, was a piece of paper.

It simply read: “I think you’re beautiful.”

I was genuinely touched. It was so sweet and innocent. I wondered who had sent it, but I didn’t really have any idea how to go about finding out. I stuck the love note between the pages of one of my schoolbooks and began to daydream about my new secret admirer.

Could it be the cute boy who let me borrow his pencil in maths class? Or was it my lab partner, who always made me blush bright red when he smiled at me. Perhaps it was the boy in my history class who shared his book with me when I forgot to bring mine. Or maybe it was the tall, brooding guy in the year above me who wrote poetry...