One chilly autumn night, a girl came to me. She told me a story about her and a her boy from bakery. A boy, that is not a baker anymore or for anyone. Just for her. She didn't tell me her name, because she could have been anyone - maybe even you.
He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.