:V I had a low fever that day and had twisted my ankle a few weeks prior...my tennis coach refused to let me drink water or even rest (sitting down made it worse so I stood up the whole time) and somehow I ended up winning my match.
Dear Anonymous,
Every time I get the courage to say it, something stops me. Maybe it's fate...perhaps it's better this way. Sometimes you just have to let it go and let nature take its course.
Signed, Jean.