i was there that one dayy at the beach, alone. youu said i would be perfect for your photograph. so i stood there, holding myy balloon, staring, wondering. what did youu find so special about the image of myself?? youu were there when i needed to be alone, awayy. i didn't know who youu were, but still nodded, yes. those photographs, theyy caught me, youu know. me, at myy worst, and youu said it was perfect. i knew then that youu would remain a Stranger.