My thoughts raged in various degrees of affection and obsession and stalkerishness – and yes I know that it’s not a word – as I pretended to study a rather voluminous anatomy textbook over my extra-large cup of something or the other. ~ ~ 'Seriou

In front of me sits the most ignorant woman I’ve ever met. What kind of a weird intro is that? you might ask. But, what more do you expect when a certain devilishly scrumptious looking pair of slightly tinted, puckered lips are floating dangerously within kissing distance of me? Do you have any idea what this kind of stimulation really means for a guy in his early 20s like me?

Amidst the legacy of the past are born the stars of the tomorrow.  

What happens when your biggest source of comfort suddenly disappears, only to chase you into the deep hell of your own despair? Where do you turn?