5 months ago, our paths crossed. And it has been a very bumpy ride. There are a thousand reasons not to love you, but I still choose to remain here, alone in my commitment to you. Not blind to reality but hoping against hope. If I were a pious person, all my prayers would be about you, for you... but I am not pious. If I were a believer of fate, destiny, and signs, I'd be holding on the to faith that somehow, things will go my way. But I am not a believer. All I have is hope. Hope that either I will get tired or that you will give us a chance. And I will hold on to that for as long as I can. Whichever comes first, I hope it will make me happy. It's been five months. But I am not tired yet. Not yet.