Only the love that comes from God and rests in the hearts of the lovers makes their love durable, eternal.

Heading toward Relu, the young man noticed his perfectly tailored gray suit, which made him look better than ever. In the end, he deserved to look this good, especially now as he decided to marry Anca, he thought. Everybody else was looking toward the stage as some freshmen girls dared to compete in the university's beauty pageant. They were pleasant and funny as they conformed to all the challenges of the competition invented by the faculty's veterans. Looking at the competitors, the young man smiled, somewhat fake. He felt alone and strangely inferior—a feeling he never experienced before. He felt the tear in his jacket once more. Was his new inferiority complex the core of his recent obsessions?

"You know, you're not the first who wants details about Lia, but you have no idea what you're asking for. I didn't tell anyone the truth before because I thought it was ridiculous. After all, Lia has always been the 'It girl'-good-looking and seductive." Anca stopped to catch her breath because her anger made it hard to breathe properly...