Growing Up, Bas hated and feared the words called Love and Relationship. Why won't he, when all he can see are people around him suffering from loving another person too much. He doesn't understand how people can be so willing to get hurt just for the sake of what they call happiness. Why can't people be happy without getting hurt? In this world full of uncertainties, can we really find our other puzzle? The puzzle who will make us feel complete and cherished?