And so it goes. You meet someone whom you find attractive. I mean, really, you wouldn't mind waking up to that face everyday. He helps you carry your stuff (yes, shoulder bag with laptop, and not awkwardly) and is an overall attentive and thoughtful person. He speaks nicely to his elder sister on the phone. You like his laugh and the way his face crinkles when he smiles. You don't mind that he's a scientist because he's into social development anyway and he dives, climbs mountains, and bikes to his NGO everyday. You find his apartment cozy, i mean really, you can live there everyday. You even find his habit of turning off unused lights impressive, not annoying. You find it cute that he hides a stick of cigarette from his sister but later casually offers you weed instead. You inspect his many bookshelves and discover they'd merge beautifully with yours. You like his framed Japanese paintings, even his huge Matrix toy. But then, you confirm a hunch--he's married...with two kids. The family is far away but their faces are on frames littering that perfect space. The best things in life are taken.