Cellar Door.
This isn't for you, this is me - my nutshell.

But where in the language
should I look for you, when the language
is unworthy of what you are?
— Aleš Debeljak

How sad I thought. How sad to have to cry about a boy on such a beautiful Sunday afternoon.
— Seventeenth Summer, Maureen Daly

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.