I really don't know...

So when the Latino dude asked if I had a boyfriend, adding that I must do since I'm "pretty", I reached out for the heart-shaped photo frame and looked into his eyes...

Still needed to explain so I tried to make it short. "... worked together for theatre a few times ... went to astronomy nights together when we realized that was it... I had to leave shortly after summer came..."

People who don't know me well are telling me to give it up or at least not to be that addicted. "you're very young" "there are a lot of great guys out there" "first lover doesn't usually equal to lifetime soul mate" (hey I'm not his "first lover"), blah blah blah...
I know those are all very nice people and that what they said was true. There's only one thing -- they don't know me!!
Heck, why do I have to be this obstinate anyways?!

Enough for the complaints.

And then I opened the picture album, zoomed in.
I was scared to realize that the face I was looking at was somehow, somewhat... unfamiliar...

WHAT IS GOIN ON?!?!