The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow—these and much, much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.

I'm so detached and distant and cold at times, but I swear if you spark my interest, I can become so clingy and you'll become so important to me and I'll put so much of my time and effort towards you. But then you'll get tired of me.