INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT.
Sitting in front of a blank page, I reflect on what started my fascination for writing stories. Everything began with the crush I had on a girl, and the pursuit of a daring enterprise: She was 16 and crazy for some college guy—I was only 13 and crazy for her. Then, the love letters came to the save the day. She eventually wrote back, and we started writing each other, and then I realized that those letters exited beyond paper in the intersection of reality and imagination.
Back on the blank page, I realize that those love letters could be as essential to understanding life as the stories of Hemingway, or the novels of Borges.