that slip of paper

On the last day of senior year, I wrote a letter telling her all the things I could never say aloud. I folded it carefully and slipped it into her locker. But when I walked past later, I saw it still sitting there, untouched, as if my words meant nothing at all. I never found out if she read it. I just know she never mentioned it, and now, neither of us will ever know what might’ve been.