Alas, a boy that believes that communication is the soul to a relationship, a boy that has desserts after main course, a boy who shares the exact birth date as me, a boy that plays the piano and a boy that brings out buried aspirations in me. All's good. All's well. Maybe happiness isn't too far-fetched this time round. Maybe two wounded hearts that intercept can heal and patch up one another. I can only pray.

God will guide us.