Origami Secrets

Dear Nam-jun,

I hope you found my latest crane—it was orange this time, folded carefully under the old cherry tree near the school gate. Did you know that each fold holds a tiny secret? Today’s was hope. Maybe tomorrow’s will hold courage.

Sometimes I wonder if you know it's me, but part of me hopes you don’t. There's magic in being invisible, whispering words I could never say out loud. Every crane is a story I'm too shy to speak, a little bird that flies when I can't. Yesterday, I saw you helping that kitten again—you're gentle, even when no one's watching. That's why my cranes always find their way to you.

Maybe someday, you'll guess who I am, but for now, my cranes will keep my secret safe. Until then, watch for paper wings beneath the cherry blossoms.

Yours...