I'm not too happy with you. In fact I'm not happy with you at all. You have failed me. Badly. Why can't you just come and say hi and stay for a while? Cause I want to lie on the beach while listening to good music, read glossy magazines and eat strawberries. I miss those ten thousand freckles that usually covers my face. Is this too much to ask when we've been the best of friends for all these years? Is it, summer?