Did you read it?

　　I stare at the note in my hands until the words blur,my teeth sink into my lips,I lean on the shelf and sigh.Yesterday when I came to return the letter,my note was untouched.But today,there is a reply.I shake my head like Let—I have decided to call the owner of the letter that—can see me.I didn't read it.I only caught a glimpse of the first line and chose not to.But right now,I am curious.Is it someone I know?

　　The handwriting is ...