Draft saved 18/11/2015, 08.27

From: mandy1296@ynet.com

To: stanleylj@gnet.com

Hey Stan,

I'm kind of running out of words to say yet, I feel the need to let it all out, whatever it is, before I explode. I started taking it seriously and tried to understand why you'd constantly make fun of me. I still remember the number of times you told me to be more articulate with my words when I spoke yet, at this moment, all I can say is "Fuck that". I know that I speak a bit too fast and that my 'articulation', as you'd called it, is not 100% perfect and so what? Did you ever consider the fact that it's simply who I am and that changing that was up to me? But to you, it was a bit of an issue and I kind of grew out of caring what you thought.

Silly, isn't it? That we can't know when someone likes us yet, we can tell when someone else likes another person. It took me a while to actually accept the fact that you might have had feelings for me but deep down, I actually knew you did but shrugged it off because, can't a girl and a boy just be friends?  I needed that. I seriously needed a friend but you had to go out of your way to confess how much you liked me and, being me, I honestly told you what I thought about it, in hope that you'd understand what I meant and felt. Bad idea, wasn't it?

Mandy.