Stephane: She smiles. I bend over a rock to try to reach her. My stomach, compressed, hurts. Stephanie? Can you hold my hand, I cannot sleep. She takes it, I fall asleep.
Stephane: Dear Stephanie: I am just your neighbor, there us nothing more to say than that. This is the reason why I am writing a letter to you because I feel really bad inside my stomach. I don’t know if what I feel is a bit of nostalgia, or wanting to go to the bathroom. I am just a new liar in your life. A new liar that has come and destroyed your piano and maybe by doing that destroy the huge heritage. I want us to start a new start and a new blank page of friendship. And if you can embrace that the same way I am embracing it right now, I see the possibilities once we go above that threshold of life and matters that succumb and become trickling down into this little pond that is called life.