A small square of green construction paper rested in her hands. The paper was slightly crinkled and a corner had obviously been dropped into glue because it was hard and a darker green than the rest of the sheet. The girl’s chocolate colored eyes peered down at the note curiously. Obviously, the sender had just finished kindergarten like she had because the spelling was awful. The purpose remained clear, however. In what looked like a dried out black Crayola marker, a few words were scrawled untidily onto the sheet:
i love you. will you maree me?