Yes, he might be my only ally of the opposite par le moment, mais he's the best ever. He's there when he needs to be, doesn't disappoint like the previous person, and even though complicated yet not so effed up. Here's the thing: you have to comprehend that the slight electric charge that flows between us is rare. People don't come across the other who knows (even though the slightest part of) them well at LRT stations heading to Pasar Seni or at Bangsar Village's Starbucks, ordering the same thing you used to order two years ago before declaring a hiatus on coffee -Mocha Frappucino with Whipped Cream and Chocolate Swirl- everyday. Some people, like I, are not so lucky. We wait 18 years to meet someone (through Facebook, no less) who you can have a conversation without rolling your eyes at the way s/he types (kew, jew, fwen - for fcking real?) or his/her Instant Messages never fail to make you yawn.
Naive, I might be. But once in a while ignorance is therapeutic, despite the tiny yet loud alarm wailing at the familiar corner of your mended heart saying that Disappointment and Depression will come knocking into your life of sugary acid rain and dusty law books soon enough.