AirMail There's nothing like receiving mail through air. When I first heard the news that I've gotten a package with no return address, my suspicions were at an all time high. Living in a college dorm and having the mail clerk announce the names who've received mail, was no easy route, either. When it was my turn to receive my mail, the mail clerk pushed a taller-than-me brown package towards me and huffed, as she went back to giving others their mail. Looking with interest, I began tearing open the package until I saw a pair of red sneakers poking out. Full on curiosity prying it's way out, my hands began tearing the box open until my mind redeemed control, causing my hands to stop, at once. I was shocked to see my long-distance boyfriend standing there holding a bundle of sunflowers in his hand, smiling up at me. I smiled, back on the verge of tears. He stepped out, aging the attention of the girls, extending his arms open arms, inviting me in, I wrapped myself in his embrace and silently cried tears of joy. He nuzzled in my hair. "Abby, I LoveYou." And that moment, I knew that he really does. Besides, who would go through all that struggle to do what he did?