Was it silly of me then, to pick French over Japanese? After all, French was what she hoped to learn, not what I wanted. Once again, this was a case of attempting to please a girl. Only that this time, my decision fell through. And was it worth it?

How madly was I in love with her? I wonder.

Like how I blindly tried to follow Roslina into literature, sparing no thought for choices other than the literature path.

Stupid, maybe. But it is like they say, love blinds.