I said I’d never let you go, and I never did. You’re still right up there, in my mind and will always be. You may be someone else entirely, but I have this image of you, and that’s who I’m in love with. Maybe, you’re not as perfect as that image; maybe no one is. So I’ll just live with that image of you till someone someday makes me forget. Beware: My heart is a secret garden and the walls are very high. Penetrate the walls only if you wish to stay, or else your ghost will haunt my heart and would scare off interesting strangers. What you’re about to step inside is a delicate little thing. Yes, it has probably a dozen cracks but it isn’t broken yet. Please try not to break it.