She knows who I am

She knows me.

When I gave her my name, my real name and told her who I was, it was with confidence that this is a big country, she has no clue who I am. I knew it was stupid, but it was such a tempting offer. She would send letters, I would get it in my mailbox and be able to look at pictures of her dailylife and such... And I figured that I would problaby get her name too, and it wouldn't be so bad, and she offered me to be anonymous, but than it would only be mail and I'd really like letters...

She's not giving me her name. She's not giving me her adress. She's not giving away anything, except the knowledge that I will get my letter soon, and that she knows me. SHE KNOWS ME!
Not well, we're not like good friends, but she knows who I am. There's a reason why I keep the blog a secret, why I keep it anonymous. I shouldn't have forgotten.

I'm an idiot. Fuck.

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