Post Secret: Dear Stranger, I found the crumpled envelope containing the love letter you wrote for "Rachel" and didn't send. I read it(sorry!)So I know just how much you love her. The envelope was already addressed, so... I mailed it to her. If I were her, I'd love you back.

Lights Rise on YOUNG MAN sitting on a park bench writing a letter in a red spiral bound notebook. He is writing slow, trying to make it look neat. He does this for quite awhile. Occasionally reading things aloud.

YOUNG MAN
I wished I was the one you were talking about...

YOUNG MAN continues to write for awhile.

YOUNG MAN
helped me through... at school

Pause as YOUNG MAN writes.

YOUNG MAN
I love the messages you leave... locker...

Long pause, YOUNG MAN writes. He signs it and takes a envelope out of the pages of his notebook. He rips the letter out carefully, and folds it neatly. He puts it in the envelope, addresses it, but doesn't seal the envelope. He looks towards the public mailbox, sighs and crumples up the letter and throws it on the ground. He sits there for a minute, looking at the envelope, defeated, and leaves. YOUNG WOMAN ENTERS, and sits on the park bench, and takes a small turkey sandwich and a bottle of water out of her purse. She sets the water on its side, on the bench, but it rolls off onto the ground. She bends over to pick it up, and spots the letter. She takes it, looks around and opens it. She reads aloud.

YOUNG WOMAN
[through out reading, she pauses to add "aw"s]
Dear Rachel,
We have been friends for a long time now. There have been many laughs, and many tears between us. I feel closer to you than I do anyone else. Every time you fell in love, I wished I was the one you were always talking about. And every time your heart was broken, my broke too. You held my hand at my moms funeral and helped me through the stares at school. I’ve been waiting so long to tell you this, I can’t even say it to your face, but I need to say it just the same. I love you. You have often asked me why I am not interested in the girls at school, and why I never date. I always tell you that they weren’t right for me. Now I am telling you that you are right for me. No one can make me laugh like you, even at the saddest of times. You’re the one I dream about, you’re the one I need. I love that I can smell you on my clothes, and I love the messages you leave in my locker. I love you Rachel, for everything you are.

Love always,
Harold

YOUNG WOMAN smiling, puts the letter in the envelope, and sets it next to her. She eats her sandwich for a bit, and her eyes keep falling back to the letter. Halfway through her sandwich, she puts it down. She seals the envelope and walks towards the mailbox. Before she drops it in, she gives it a kiss and whispers "Good Luck". Lights fade.