In which a mysterious K writes letters to a beautiful cellist named Lacy for six months. I saw you that first time, playing your cello in Cathy's room, and I thought "Now that's someone I'd like to get to know." But I never did. I saw you all the time, that yellow ribbon always holding your black hair in a bun, but I never got to know you. And now I never will. That's my biggest regret. Yours truly, Someone You'd LikeAll Rights Reserved