You were just here, and now I'm writing you a letter, kinda weird, right? You're a mess, you know that? You're meek, and a quitter, and neurotic. The first time I ever saw you, I was five years old. It was at a recital for the piano school I went to back then. You marched out onto that stage, and then made us all laugh by knocking over the bench. You sat on that giant piano, and with the first note you played, the world became more colorful.