“Dear Archer, when I think of you, I’m reminded of the fresh lawn in front of the State Library. You and I, sitting under the trees, discussing the issues. When I first met you, I know that you are my spring. My most memorable spring. And all I want to say is that sorry I missed you. The “miss” that means we have missed each other forever, not the “miss” that means I thought about you every day. The most thing that I want to know is the tattoo on your arm, what is that word “Miss” mean? Miss, or miss?”