So The Story Begins...

Once upon a time, in search for a refuge in somewhere, some other place rather than in my innermost self, I saw his picture on my school's weekly newspaper. With sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile on face, he wasn't akin to anything I was used to.

After our first encounter through the newspaper, he became what I most wanted, what I most needed. Then, one day, he went away with the same sweet smile on his face. And I, I stayed with the newspaper.

Today, I still keep this newspaper in my drawer.

Today, I still keep on seeing him through that newspaper.