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Episode Two: Why?

He allows his body to slip down his chair, the weight of the word willing him every closer to the ground. His head doesn’t know what to do with itself - it doesn’t know whether to spin or run at a mile a minute. He can’t even see the words anymore. His eyes have blurred, and his ears train themselves to focus on the breath.

One word pulses with every heartbeat - one word alone. Why...?

Anger clenches him - an unintelligible anger that soars from the depths of the soul and spills forth in front of the bright glow of the computer screen. Why?! Why him? What made him so special?

Oh, how he wished he could just go with the go-to reasons for this shit. She’s insane and needs serious help. This is an email sent to me by mistake. She must be thirsty to send something like this. She’s delusional. She’s off her rocker. I’m going to close this email and never read it again. She clearly has problems.

But his reaction was something fierce and primal - somehow, this woman, whoever she was, and her words dipped in honey connected to his heart in a way that was previously impossible, but quite potent now that it did connect. The anger was like a poison in his bloodstream, burning through his veins and into the corn of his very consciousness.

Why me?

Who does she think she is?

Why me? Why fucking me?

She didn’t know him. She might have thought she did, but she’d never know him. This was a sick joke, a fucking sick joke. Someone love him? All of him? No matter what? Yeah, right. That’s not the way love works. It’s torture, it’s a disease. It won’t stop until nothing remains.

With a forceful click, he exits the blog and throws himself out of his room. Fuck that shit. Fuck it all. It’s all a lie, that’s what it is. It wasn’t for him. Obviously. And lucky for him, he would never see it again.

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Her blog is the first thing he checks when he wakes up.

He doesn’t understand why, but he just feels compelled the read.

The anger from the day before has disappeared.

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Episode 1 - I have loved you...

Weather Mood: Rainy

Time: 10:26 AM

Day: Tuesday

Location: A cozy cafe in the middle of rain shower

Mood: Wistful

Hello there, sweetie.

If you are reading this, that means that you are at least curious. If you are reading this, that means we are here together on the first page. That makes me happy. Very, very happy. It means that you at least cared enough to read my message. And, if one day you forget, at least you will know the truth, if only for a little while.

You don’t know me...well, maybe you do, but I’m not sure. But make no mistake...I know you. I’ve always known you, even before I saw your face or knew you by name. And above all else...I know that I love you. That my soul loves you beyond time, space, and comprehension. It took me a while, but I know that we are meant to be together. I know that we will make each other happy, and that we will live long and live well. Nothing can shake my resolve or my faith about this. I know what’s in my heart...and it is you.

You must think I’m crazy, stating something so bold and forward...you must wonder how a stranger could have the gall to declare something like this. You’ve never even met me. You don’t know what I look like. You have no idea what kind of person I am. But I know what I know...and I know that it’s time to tell you how I feel. I’m letting my heart guide me here. I’m ready to walk down this path and see what comes.

If you are reading this message...then know that for every day, I will write something big or something small about the life the contents of my heart. I want you to see what’s inside in...and I want you to know how much you mean to me. But more importantly, I want you to know how loved you are. I won’t ask you to believe me. I won’t ask you to give me a chance. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. All I can hope for is that you desire to read this words as I relay them to you. All I can hope for is that even if you still think I’m stark raving mad, at least my words made you smile, if only for a little bit.

Thank you...thank you for reading this words. Thank you, sweetie...I love you. ♥

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Prologue - Rainy Mood

He couldn’t trace the email back to its sender.

The link to the blog came out of the blue one day - he wasn’t expecting it at all. Of all the emails to get, that wasn’t one of them. He was more used to the usual - homework assignments, random chain letters, gags, and maybe one from a friend in some way off place.

But not a link to a blog...more importantly, a blog that was inspired by his very presence in her life.

...never mind that he didn’t even know who she was.

The instructions were simple enough. You don’t know who I am, but I know you...and I know that one day, we are meant to be together. You don’t know me...but I know that I love you with all my heart and soul. Until the time comes, I will write these stories that dance in my head - visions of what will happen when we finally come together. I mean you no harm...I just want you to know that you’re loved. ~ M

The rules of reality dictates that when a stranger declares their love for you by email, you delete said email immediately and watch your back for at least a week for any wayward stalkers, crazies, or the woman who will not be ignored. And that’s what he planned to do, really it was. But for reasons he couldn’t comprehend, let alone understand, he found himself clicking the link and seeing just what this whole thing was about.

And that’s what he’s done since then. Every day, at around noon, he found himself going to that blog and reading the newest story posted. No questions, no skepticism, no nothing - just a pair of brown eyes darting back and forth across the screen.

Every day, he asked himself the same questions. Was it possible to love someone you didn’t know? Was it possible to believe that someone who barely knows you could love you deeply? Most importantly, was it possible for two people to love one another when there was only a blog to connect them together?

He knew the answers...but he wasn’t ready to accept them. Not just yet.

Instead, he continue to read the stories of a loving stranger as the pitter-patter of the rainy season drummed against his window pane, visions of an unknown future dancing in his head.

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