Once there was a boy who loved another soul. Twice did it happen — he fell in love and fell out of love and then he fell in love once again. Thrice the three words were repeated: in the beginning he told them to the one he loved; in the fall-out, still he managed to bring them out of his heart to spit them out his mouth; and third, as reassured and reconciled all the feelings of the boy were, he told them again as if its meaning has been renewed and rekindled and revived.

One day, there was a boy who loved another soul and it happened in a morning when the sun was hard on everyone’s skin but the sunlight’s streak towards a certain person only made his face glow — like a morning star, the boy could recall. Two people — how they never knew; how they never loved before; how everything was problematic, confusing, and puzzling. Three words were all it took, though, to make them understand; the boy who loved another soul only needed these three words to be understood and to understand.