Two items recently found and treasured for their enigma. Confidentiality? Who does that?

The first is a typewritten note printed on the bottom half of a sheet of paper. The sheet has been folded in fourths. (Names have been censored.)

Dear XX,

Happy 17th Birthday! Wow, I’m speechless. I have so much to say… it’s just hard to put into words. I have enjoyed every minute we have spent together…even if I haven’t shown it at times. You mean a lot to me, XX, and I really hope that we can either work things out, or just stay friends. I feel like in the time we have been together, I have learned a great deal about relationships and about life in general…and I owe it all to you. You are a great person with a great personality and any girl would be so luck to have you as a boyfriend. I know that you will go far in life and I hope tat we will keep in touch in the future. Until then, I would like to spend as much time with you as possible. I love you as a persona and as a friend and even if this relationship doesn’t work out, that will never change. Happy Birthday Babe! I hope it’s a good one…

Love, YY

I was unexpectedly touched by finding this particular item. It sends a very strong message even while we’re completely ignorant of the details alluded to by the author.

The second, and the final for now, consists of six handwritten lines near the center of a square section of a sheet of loose-leaf notebook paper. The paper is folded in an unfathomably creative and orderly way; it appears to have been used for origami or something.

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.

Which is pretty freakin ironic,
considering I’m just about to totally
waste this piece of paper, for
which a tree gave its life.

To the originator of this gem, because I may or may not know who you are, thank you for making my day. Something tells me it may not be entirely original, but I’m willing to forgive that.