A few years later I would re-unite with her again, this time with a lot of complications. After the Esther stint, I had made a little shrine in my wardrobe, where I kept the cards she had made for me, a few photos of us and a few letters she wrote me. Every day before I went to sleep I opened the shrine and looked at it before saying ‘Thinking of you always’. This went on until fifth grade when I finally stopped, even though I did visit it once in a while. That was my humble beginning in the journey of love.