Call me "He"
I know what information I hold up to this day isn't quite enough to elaborately describe who you are as person but I'll give it a shot. I met you, no. I never have met you in person. Even if I feel like knowing you for years, we haven't know each other that much yet. It started me, getting a little bit bored, as you are too, started thinking of ways to amuse myself, and escape the constant pain brought by the vast world of reality. And so, I started putting of my interest; set it to "Pup" and started talking to a random stranger. A stranger who is in the same year as mine, a stranger who I share the same strand as well, also a stranger who holds the same pen as I do, but sways differently. Who writes on the same paper as I do, but with much more details and a bit more pieces of eraser and I knew it, that someday; masters of different arts will cross the roads and be able to write pieces of their own, and pieces to call their own, master pieces it may sound ...