I remember the time I first saw you- the time my eyes first landed on your face. The world stopped spinning, so cliché, I know, but there's a reason why stereotypes come about. With you reinforcing their nature, I wondered why I ever doubted them.

We were what you'd call a summer-fling, just an unlikely combination of beings. You had me wrapped around your little finger, just an insolent puppet on a string. But I guess I should thank you, because by the time we were through, you showed me why diseases were named after people- and the planets after gods.