Griffin and I used to write to each other and were close, but over time our letters fizzled out.
God, how I liked him! One day I stumbled upon his final message and, to my own surprise, I decided to write back.
Our “grown-up” letters almost immediately stopped being just friendly: from playful teasing we quickly moved on to blatant innuendo. Only, we still hadn’t exchanged addresses or photos.
“Let it stay that way,” I decided, while I secretly watched him like the biggest idiot. Wow—he really did become a rock star! Next to a man like that, I clearly don’t belong.
But he seems to think otherwise. And it looks like he’s watching me too…