When I Am Writing, I

I'll Never See Them Again. I Know That. And They Know That. And Knowing This, We Say Farewell.

Not To Excuse Myself, But When You Have People Right In Front Of You Denying Your Very Presence Like That, Then See If You Don't Doubt Whether You Actually Exist. I Look At My Hands Half Expecting To See Clear Through Them.

I Began To Draw An Invisible Boundary Between Myself And Other People. No Matter Who I Was Dealing With. I Maintained A Set Distance, Carefully Monitoring The Person’s Attitude So That They Wouldn’t Get Any Closer. I Didn’t Easily Swallow What Other People Told Me. My Only Passions Were Books And Music

Our Faces Were No More Than Ten Inches Apart But She Was Lightyears Away From Me.

In The Spring Of Her Twenty-second Year, Sumire Fell In Love For The First Time In Her Life.