I never thought we would meet again. Well, maybe I did it in the “fantasy land” part of my mind, which resides alongside my successful career as a Pixar animator and my lavish life after winning the lottery. Our last meeting was short. I was too busy perfecting my ability to sink a ping pong ball into a red Solo cup to give you the attention you needed. One day I suddenly left, I withdrew completely. Yet here we are again. The importance for me to give it another try is clear; I need to improve myself with you, expand my opportunities in life and excel. Yes, life would be manageable without you, but now I understand how much better it will be with you. I enter the car park at 6.15pm. Forty-five minutes early? Only then do I realize that I'm a little more impatient than I previously thought. How many seconds are there in a minute? Definitely not sixty; every minute feels like an hour. Thirty minutes pass until I finally decide to get out of the car. The night is clear and humid, and I can already feel the curls in my hair rippling, despite the three layers of hair ...