The Fifty-First Confession

"What does it feel like to like someone?"

"It's simple, liking someone."

"It's like... I like you."

Through thick and thin, toward you, without regret.

The wind in mid-October wasn't all that cold, but the boy clutched the fifty-second letter in his hand, the one he had never managed to send.

Theme: The innocence and ignorance of youth.