Draft saved 21/09/2015, 21.15

From: mandy1296@ynet.com

To: stanleylj@gnet.com

Hey Stan,

It's me. I know I'll never get to send this; since you'll never reply and, you really don't care, not anymore. I know, foolish of me to rush into conclusions but, a girl learns to accept certain situations...Anyway, here goes nothing.

I remember the first time we met- It's not crystal clear in my mind anymore simply because I've been creating a wall to hold back all the memories I have of you...Or maybe I just don't care so much about it as I used to? Then again, who am I kidding?  If I can write about it now, I guess this particular memory has survived the modifications I've been making in my mind over the past year. Random, wasn't it? That we had the same group of friends and that automatically made us friends, I guess...

Our first lecture together wasn't that much of a lecture, was it? I've asked way too many questions and I think I should stop. But, they're helping me figure things out in this scrambled head of mine. That day, the lecturer didn't show up for the first class and that caused us to talk for over 2 hours making us somewhat comfortable with each other. When I say us, I mean the whole 10 members of the group we were in. I felt completely comfortable around you as though we had met before. As though I could tell you all about myself without holding back and I should have drawn back but, all I did was throw myself to you, wide open, pages flapping, ready for you to raffle through them...and you did. Yet, the ease in which we laughed our hearts out was effortless...and I fell in love with that. I clinged to that for months on end and I had no idea what was about to come my way...nobody knows anyway so, I should stop beating myself about that.

I'm trying not to scratch hard on the wall that's separating the memories I have of you (Me making a reference to Supernatural that I've been binge-watching-I knew it would come in handy ) though, the fact that you actually remembered that day too and far better than I do, scares me. Your recollection of it will always haunt me. Was it on that day that you willed for me to be yours?

Mandy.