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Prologue

Five months, we only have known each other for five months. I haven't seen her face. I don't know her real name nor where exactly she lives.

I've only heard her voice, nagging, reciting a poem, telling me a story or singing. I haven't touched her, I haven't seen her smile. I've only heard her laughters. I always imagine what she looks like or what it feels like holding her hand.

I don't know what happened. I don't know what is happening.

I just fell inlove.