I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all.

I saw that she was crying. Before I knew it, I was kissing her. Others on the platform were staring at us, but I didn’t care about such things anymore. We were alive, she and I. And all we had to think about was continuing to live.

I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.

She was so young and beautiful, I felt overwhelmed to the point where I saw myself as an inferior specimen, a clumsy excuse for a human being who could only have negative thoughts about her because of my own warped and filthy mind.

It was a beautiful day. The first smell of autumn was in the air. Red dragonflies flitted around the quadrangle, chased by neighbourhood kids swinging nets.

More than once I tried stretching my hand out in that darkness. My fingers touched nothing. The faint glow remained, just beyong their grasp.

April was too lonely a month to spend all alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw off their coats and enjoy each others company in the sunshine – talking, playing catch, holding hands.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world, I said after giving it some thought. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

It just happens to be the way that I’m made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in the world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.