Hi my wonderful and amazing readers! I figured that since I've gotten this story to fifty chapters I would take the time to write a little bit to you. You can't even imagine how much it means to me that anyone is reading this story. This is a really important story to me and it makes me so happy that there are some of you who like it, and even some of you review on every chapter! 3 Unfortunately, it might be sometime before I get a chance to update this story again, and here's why:

This story, is my story. In the real world, I am "Rachel". I am a girl who was introduced to a cute boy at a party and fell for him almost instantly. I studied abroad and thought that he was going to wait for me, and was heartbroken when he didn't. And I am the girl who is absolutely head over heels in love with a guy, who seems to not have any feelings for me. My mom was diagnosed with cancer in May, and by the grace of God was better by the middle of June after she had a hysterectomy. And sadly, "Finn" has barely spoken to me in the past week, and I cannot for the life of me figure out what I did wrong.

I love you guys and this story a lot because it makes me feel like maybe if Finn and Rachel could do it, I could too. But until there is some miracle and the stupid boy actually gets in touch with me, I have no more story to tell. I feel like if I keep writing now, it wouldn't be as genuine as I would want it. It wouldn't seem as real. and since everything else that I have written is based on my real life that this should be too. And if nothing happens, and I am ditched for the rest of my life, I will continue this story, writing the ending the way I would have wanted me and "Finn" to end up.

I love you all, and I hope that you've been enjoying. Hopefully I will have more stories of a stupid girl falling in love with a man whore to tell. But, until then, I don't think I can genuinely write this story. I hope to write to you soon, and if you have any questions, you can find me on Tumblr as username Stylesmonteith.

Love always,

Emily.