I always believed that I will never meet my other half,  I don’t  even know if he was even made.

I always had this stoned heart that keeps on meddling with other’s love story, knowing that being in a relationship would be next to impossible in my lifetime.

Now that my life is almost done.

I look forward to meet God, and to be bathed in questions like “Why did you not open your heart when you lived?”

“There is someone for you out there. Why didn’t you believe in Me?”

“I thought you wanted kids?”

Until I met this klutz nurse.