Draft saved 30/03/2016 08.45

From: mandy1296@ynet.com

To: stanleylj@gnet.com

Hey Stan,

It's scientifically proven that every single time you recall a memory, you alter it. How many times have I altered the memories I have of you? Of us? At the beginning, I thought a lot about who we were. Now, not so much. Every once in a while I come across someone who kind of looks like you and the memories come back; in bits and pieces. However, the other day, I took the bus and there was someone who looked so much like you my heart skipped. Everything about him spelled you out. He did dress way better than you ever will but that isn't the point.

I'm getting past your ignoring me or so to speak 'defiance that I still exist'. I'm doing okay. I know it is not much but it's a start. Enough with feeling guilty. I was not the only one in the relationship but at least I have come to terms with what happened; I hope I have.

It's March and I am letting go of the heavy heart I have been dragging along with me. There's so much to life than the mere pauses that come along with it. And yeah, I'm writing this to convince myself that I need to move on. You don't get to torment me any longer. Cheers, to what we had. And cheers to me for not giving a fuck. Well, not anymore.

Mandy.