I remember making this account five years ago in August and I remember reading PTX stories. I remember this being how i met you.
It's funny, thinking back to who i was back then, a sad 17y/o German hiding behind god knows what and then finding Patches, getting to talk to you and god i thought i was so smart, correcting your grammar and figuring out story ideas with you. I remember when Patches didn't have a split personality, when it was only one not very long book and it's amazing how things change. (I even remember you had a sequel story to something and you made Avi pregnant only to delete the story two chapters later and pretend it didn't happen.)
I remember back when there were only three HF stories, one of my own and two of yours.
In 2017 my biological father died and it was the first time i realized you can mourn a stranger. I don't remember if I ever told you about it, in fact, the last time we talked was two years ago in 2018 and I never even got to say goodbye.
I'll be honest, I didn't think this message through. I never even thought I would write it seeing as I, for personal reasons, withdrew myself and as the coward that I was I never told you why. I know now to regret that.
Last year during this time you were still kicking, doing what you've always done and quite honestly, I remember having pecked at one of your newer stories and thought to myself just how much you've grown as a writer and rn I wish I would've been able to tell you this.
It reads almost like a bad joke, to check in after so much time and find you gone, but the universe can be cruel like that. I would've loved to tell you how much it meant to me to meet you as a teen, how glad I was that you introduced me to HF and how much you helped me improve my English and my writing and in a way, probably even more about me than I'm willing to tell but I'm rambling to thin air, aren't I.
With that being said, I hope you're able to feel happiness and peace.
- Mel (a friend from long ago)