"I know nothing about loving anyone." "Nor do I..." "If you know nothing and I know nothing, perhaps together, we know something." Their story began when they were children, one scarred by fresh tragedy, crawling into a dark void filled with fear and uncertainty, the other one throwing him a rope woven with fragments of her friendship and invitations of laughter and most of all, endless rounds of UNO cards. Fourteen years later, times changed, people changed, they changed, but the two of them were still hanging onto that same rope of UNO cards, only now, there was something more than just laughter and friendship woven into that rope, something fragile and delicate that involved a web of tangled feelings and lurking emotions, affections they never thought they'd develop for one another, relationships they never felt would change. Yet at the end of it all, beyond the old memories and new sentiments, the crumpled pages that began their story and the fresh ones that serve to end it, the friendship at the root of their bond and the tenderness that now bloomed like new petals, there lay a much deeper question: Could they truly love each other if one of them didn't know how to love?