Nowadays I wake up real early and smile widely as soon as I open my eyes. I would jump out of my bed and rush downstairs, and open the door to sweet little packages, uniquely and neatly wrapped in different shapes, colors and patterns every time.

It all started on the 1st of December, and I keep each ones carefully and dearly, while wondering who might be the one sending me all these lovely things.

We've been sending notes, though, but he won't tell me who he is.

Guess I'll just keep on squealing and blushing at every little stuff he gave me, then.