A few days ago, a mostly-deflated helium mylar balloon declaring "You're Special!" showed up on the ground near my morning bus stop. After a couple days of seeing it sit there, I finally sighed and decided to throw it away myself. I picked it up, and as I was deflating it, I noticed that there was a
note attached to the string:
I'm sorry I was annoyed at your balloon, dearheart. I kept the note.