Maybe he's too selfish, or too stupid. Maybe she's too rash, or too fearful. Apparently, Love comes in all different shapes and sizes. In her case, it was him, the brown eyed devil. She, a psychiatrist. He, her patient. She never believed people when they are heart-broken. Until it was her lying on the bedroom floor crying. She never wanted to see him again. But yet, It all started when she saw him again. ●○●○●○●○