I find it quite a nice coincidence that I got to be with you the very day I started working on my final paper on Philosophy regarding love. Maybe this is even some kind of unconscious will that manifested without me noticing. Maybe before I could write properly about love, I needed to see you; I needed you. Some questions ask for some real accounts, if possible. Now, I won't be writing about you in there, no no. I wouldn't to riddle my term paper with unnecessary biases and stories of my (*cough* our) past (hahaha).

But rest assured, images of you will surely flash through my mind as I write this 10-paged monstrosity. I'll probably stop once in a while to think of you and let things sink in deeper than usual. Let me fuel each line I type with our memories scattered throughout these 4 years of ups and downs.