There are things we cannot have. Like the warmth of someone's embrace, the thrill of a midnight kiss, and the hands of the one's we long to hold. Somehow, we only want it from a person who's forever a dream. Hello, I'm September. May these series of poems, all from the sentiments of a love as unrequited as mine, give you comfort. That I too, know how you feel. Photos are not mine. Cover by Yaoyao Ma Van AsAll Rights Reserved