I couldn’t help but smile at the crumpled piece of paper resting in my hand. The words were brief but held so much meaning. Five short words, and a question mark.
I read the note once more, and was reminded of my first love. He was older, and I was completely smitten. A similar note was received, promised and broken.
Purple crayon read “Pleez will you marry me?”
I quickly scanned the room in an attempt to find the writer or receiver of this note. Defeated, I left the library with ‘love’ in my bag.