Meredith was your director from a while back when you played in a move he directed. He fell in love, so did you. He used you mostly, before becoming lovestruck with you, a teenage boy pursuing a career in acting, completely vulnerable. But you moved away, and he always sent telegraphs and letters checking in on you. No reply. he was worried, did you still love him? Did you realize he used you? He walked down to the post office, when he saw you…he dashed over. “Finally!” He thought