Today is the day that his letter will reach me. Today is the day that I can finally stop worrying. I’ve never been more excited to visit a post office.

I wonder how the military is treating him. I wonder if he was shocked by my confession. I wonder if he feels the same way about me.

I’m anxious. A thousand “what-ifs” have been replaying over and over again in my mind all night. I haven’t slept since I told him I’m in love with him. I haven’t been able to breathe correctly since I may have just ruined my longest friendship.

That doesn’t matter. What matters is that there is a letter in my P.O. box, and I’m half a mile away. What matters is that he might love me back.

I arrive at the post office only to find that there is no mail for me. Fear courses through my veins, and the “what-ifs” start again. What if he doesn’t love me? What if he is hurt? What if my letter didn’t reach him?

I ponder what could have went wrong as I make my way back home. Panic threatens to drown me when I see two military officials standing at my door. “Miss Winters, we’re sorry to inform you that…”

They leave me with his unsent letter and a thousand questions. I cannot bring myself to open it. Does his response even matter now?