The first note I found was from you, reminding me to pick up milk. It was stuck to the fridge with a tiny smudge of blue ink. I smiled when I saw it, thinking about how you always forget to write your name. I knew it was you, though. Your handwriting is like mine, but with a few loose loops that give it away.
P.S. Meet me at the park tomorrow at 2 pm. -A LetsPostIt.24.08.06.Claire.Black.Audrey.Black.A...
I'll keep writing, and I know you will too. Our fridge will be covered in a rainbow of notes, a reflection of our thoughts and feelings. The first note I found was from you,
Dear Claire,
Yours, Audrey