I look for pieces of you in the things you do. I imagine things about you; things that may or may not be true, things that might not be so easy to see on the surface. I imagine that you love deeply, or not at all. I imagine that your hands are soft, so that they match your voice. I imagine that you have some really wicked hidden talent, like popping champagne bottles with the side of a knife. If you’re doing the same thing, here are things about me, so that you don’t have to resort to your imagination. I act like a tough guy because I don’t like people thinking that I am vulnerable, it is my biggest character flaw. I prefer regular calculators because I don’t trust the one on my phone. Sometimes I like to pretend that my life is a romantic comedy. And, above all, I would love to sit in a tree with you and kiss you.