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- Parts 14
- Time 1h 57m
Ongoing, First published Jan 31, 2014
I didn't fall in love with him, exactly. I fell in love with his words. I barely even knew the guy. Hell, I didn't even know the guy, period. I just know his words. His deep and profound understanding. The way he places the right words in the right ways. The way he plays with letters and makes corny puns and stupid jokes, all typed neatly on paper. All the while, I was thinking how much this seemed like it came straight from some kind of shoujo manga. Too good and exciting and lovely to be happening to someone as dull and plain and average as me. But it was true. I'd find a letter addressed to me-- in the same page, in the same book, in the same spot in the library. And everyday I'd read it and fall in love with him even more and sit down with my pen, and begin to write: Dear Mr. Nameless...All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- one ∙ the girl lost in a bookSat, Feb 1, 2014
- two ∙ the letter insideSat, Mar 8, 2014
- three ∙ the aftermathSun, Mar 9, 2014
- four ∙ the letter to no oneSun, Mar 9, 2014
- five ∙ the note between the pagesSat, Mar 15, 2014
- six ∙ the return of Mr. NamelessFri, Mar 21, 2014
- seven ∙ the struggle is realMon, Mar 24, 2014
- eight ∙ the weekend afterFri, Mar 28, 2014
- nine ∙ the momentTue, May 6, 2014
- ten ∙ the search is offSat, May 10, 2014
- eleven ∙ the best friend finally finds outSat, May 24, 2014
- twelve ∙ the compositions of himSun, Aug 24, 2014
- thirteen ∙ the blonde boySat, Apr 4, 2015
- fourteen ∙ the hardest part of this is leaving youWed, Apr 13, 2016