Paper Airplanes and Paper Hearts

I work from the tenth story in a skyscraper in New York. I may have a nice office with a corner window, but it doesn't make the work any less boring. And a girl has a to find a way to entertain herself.

I always had a bout load of paperwork--the majority of which was useless. So, about three months ago, I started to send paper airplanes out the window. At first, it was just a few a day. Maybe two or three.

Then, someone started to send some back to me. Just two to three a day.

Over time, I grew to wonder who this mystery pilot was. So, I changed from sending useless paperwork to letters.

He sent letters back.

The more and more letters he sent, the more and more curious I became. Day dreams about who this mystery man was filled my mind. Perhaps, he was a sensitive kindergarten teacher? Or a power hungry wall street wolf? Maybe an ex-con looking for a new life? Maybe he was actually a pilot? Slowly, I began to fall in love with him.

At last, I worked up the courage to send a letter asking him out. But I never got a reply.

I never thought my heart could be broken by a man I've never met.