Suddenly, it all came back to me.

You, you, whoever you are, even though I have no idea who you are.

You might not be the same as my infatuation with B, but you certainly have this pull towards my memories that makes me randomly go--"oh, you." and feelings of childhood, and internet stupidity came surging back.

I have the tendency to create trouble, yes, but I am determined to fix my emotions.

Today is a random day. No, it is not the 26th and no, it is not July. My July, you are my July.

Sure, this was 3 years ago, yes, back when I had claimed myself the name Alex--as I still do now--but I still remember you.

Back then, you were in college and I had just started out as a junior high school student. Yep, it was so long ago, right? Now I'm in high school and you must have graduated, assuming you didn't lie. Assuming you really are male, after all. I've never met you, that much is true for me, and we barely spoke.

We are no longer behind these fake masks we put on to protect ourselves and hide ourselves from the cruel society that we lived outside the internet. The city has died and the community has long since been abandoned. We no longer are those stupid people making jokes and entertaining other people. So tell me, who are you now?

Don't be shy. We are simply ourselves now.

So how are you doing, Ojil? I never got to know your real name, and who you are, but it's been 3 years, and honestly.. I'm curious about what you look like.

Are you still closed off? Because I've grown from a very shy and timid person to a loud and obnoxious girl.

Hey, you, whoever you are, I hope you achieve your dreams and goals.

I hope you remember me.

I hope one day we will meet, even though that might be a one in a million chance kind of thing, because nothing is impossible.

Right?