comforting voice I could ever dream of. Am I straying off topic? No? That’s a relief. I tend to do that
sometimes, you see. Nonetheless, I don’t believe I ever thought of him as a man. I always carried a bit
of affection for him but it was gradual like the change of seasons, never so swift or hasty.
Q. Who first came up with the idea of a date, then?
Alex did. There was an unexpected relocation within his father’s company, a permanent one too. Alex
had no choice but to move to a different city. The day before his departure, he took me out to a nice
dinner on the Main Street and told me everything about it. He was extremely sweet, and I was overwhelmed. His every little words, his trembling lips, and sweaty palm told me all I ever needed to know.
He loved me and as I looked back, everything came back to me, and I realized… that… I loved him
as well. (tears brimming) I’m sorry, I’m sentimental like this, you see. And so, that’s how it happened.
Alex and me.
Q. Wasn’t it difficult? Making things long-distance?
Not really. Of course not being able to see my darling everyday incessantly poked me in the heart but
I had faith in him. I firmly believed that he wouldn’t wander off anywhere else. As long as my love for
him was glimmering like the sun in the sky, I knew that our hearts would be the same. Right, my love?
Comparably, the stories of these two couples were moderate. Though in distinct and differentiated methods, these couples had something special, and it invoked a feeling I have not been able to
experience in years; envy. For a second or so, I actually doubted my definition of love. Yet, going over
the files brought me back to the sanity of this world, and cleansed me of all baseless hopes that an act
of love goes over the boundaries of dry affectation. Because,
with deepest condolences to the ladies,
in both interviews,
the same dude walked in.
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