On the very first morning of this two-thousand and twelfth year, I wished to God that I meet a girl with presence. Because my foundations prefer to fall under the gaze of someone else.

And while I stood outside looking in all directions, as if to seek while still knowing she rests, I said to God that I wanted someone that speaks for memories and dresses with life. I said that I wanted someone who came to burn and breathes to sigh. I said I wanted her and all five hundred of her desires.

Then as the match blew out, so did I. Thinking of a dream. I stepped inside and finally said,

       she doesn’t even have to love me. Just allow me some time to learn her.