There once was this boy that really knew me. Knew me like the way i used to know my self, right? So I talked with him and met with him. And things were good. Only, it didn't last. Because it never does. He really was quite amazing and wonderful, more importantly he really did know me. Did you know he bought me a birthday present? Did you know that it was so absolutely perfectly suited for me? I doubt anyone else would have appreciated it but it was the perfect gift for me. I talked to him about the movie I had watched and how it affected me. He watched it on my reccommendation and loved it. He told me I should watch May. I didn't.
I finally watched it and loved it, of course, but now i think it's too late.