PLEASE TELL SAM

Dear Heb,

And I am thinking of this possibility again. I thought I have already said goodbye to the story, but then everytime my friends recall my story and laugh at me, I can't help but to think about HEB and SAM and all those.

You know what, I feel stupid in front of my friends because they always laugh at me when the topic is about you or about me. They are mocking my story and of what I told them. It offends me that they're doing that but I can't blame them since what I had told them or the story itself is quite impossible and somewhat imaginative and probably one-sided.

Please tell me that you are not the one I thought you to be. Please tell me that my eyes saw wrongly of three years ago. Please tell me that you do not remember someone (certain girl) who's significant that you feel like there is something when in fact there's really none since you two do not know each other personally. But yes, you may have that someone so just please tell me its not me. Please tell me that the status I read which led me to be friends with you is not for me. Please tell me I'm dreaming, I am just a writer, that I imagine so much and that I'm wrong and that all of these are just crap. Please tell me that you don't really know me so how can you even bother to remember.

And lastly, please tell me if you know if what you are reading now is addressed to you.

Will you please,

Sam




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