Chapter
Sept, 9, 1999
Dear Sam,
I’m sorry to hear about you and Cara. Is asking what happened part of “the rule”? I won’t risk it. Anyway, if it was for the best, then I hope you are at peace with it and are happy. Your happiness has always meant everything to me. I know it’s been a few months since I’ve written. Have you started seeing anyone else?
I have a confession to make. I saw you the other day on campus. You were coming out of Regency Hall talking to a few guys. It took everything in me to not go over and talk to you. I wanted to, really really bad. I wasn’t sure if you would be comfortable with that. So, you know what I did instead? I stalked you. I know, I know. It’s confession time here. I followed you as you walked to your next class over at Glayson Hall. God, writing this down is making me sound like such a creeper. You and the other two guys were joking and laughing, which was nice to hear. I miss your laugh. You haven’t changed much. Your hair is a little longer, and I liked the shirt you were wearing.
Being that close to you was hard. I understand now why you felt the need to approach me at Dexter’s. Why is there still this magnetic pull between us? I really wondered if I should tell you this. I hope you aren’t mad. Please don’t be mad at me. I don’t think I could take it.
Love, Mari a
P.S. can you believe this Y2K stuff? It feels kinda over the top, but should we be worried? If the world ends and I didn’t go talk to you, I’m going to be really mad at myself.