I don’t know you, not even your name. Still, I like you. But i guess this is sayonara. I haven’t seen you for a couple of days. I’ll never be able to see you again. I’ll never see those curls (oh, and the band that sits on them), those eyes, your gait. All the images of you will be left in the summer rain. I have to. It’s a precaution. You see, I’m really vulnerable. I might break and there’ll be no one to fix me. *Laughs* How pathetic.