Before this day, I have written this first note countless times but only in my head. Was I too lazy or scared to write to you everyday when I know you won’t get to reply ne?

 

Whatever it is, I can be called an over-comer.

 

I have taken a leap, first, away from talking to you in my head into sending you notes.

 

Hopelessly, I am a trying to be romantic. I seriously hope that I become a romantic person after all my frantic efforts.

 

Remember our conversation on the phone?

We joked about an imaginary girl that is teaching me all the bad things I now do. The things you wish I do with you now but you really don’t want? How do you even expect me to cope with that?

 

Remember? Yeah, I know you do. She doesn’t exist but she sends her greetings. Dilemma much?

 

This letter is boring, I am a living witness to it. Yet, I had to do what I had to do. I hope you took the pain to read it till the end.