Like salt in the sea of Cyprus on the day that we first met, your bittersweet kiss preserves our memories of every animal that you pet. I remember how you’d cry when your hair got mistakenly wet, and how i’d dry you off though i’d barely gotten to know you yet. Though even so, you made my heart flow, like salt in the sea of Cyprus, on the day that we first met.

Like our journey back to Yorkshire, our fortunately shared hometown, we didn’t part forever, for that would makeme frown. Instead i wrote you letters, one for each and every day, in return you called my telephone, at 9pm always. They may rarely have lasted long,...