I read her initials in the book she gave me and I wonder. Why me? What was so interesting about me 3 years ago at that conference that she remembered? I was in the lowest of the lows back then. I remember talking with her, and I found her inspiring and I wished I could date her but I was sure she wasn’t interested. I have to say, she made me realize that maybe there is some value in here, that maybe there is a point to all of this. I remember talking with her, about her work and I even mentioned how I’d like her advice, but then I got afraid and left. It was a sad day, as always back then. But I still don’t know why me and now I feel like an impostor. I’ll go with it, but it feels strange. I’ll see. It will be good to spend time with you, R.