The distaste shared between the young man and woman was indefinitely consensual. It was a quarrel between the dilemma of riches, lack of trust, and the innocence of simple idolizations. He loved the reality of words. She loved the juvenile pleasure of music. Until, In a plethora of insignificant events, the man and the woman were able to meet somewhere in between. I will find you with these words, without music, and without anything you've ever loved. Everything I am, anything I ever was, it's all yours. You know this is for you. • • • The one where a writer becomes involved with a pianist.