“SO, what’s your decision, Zoe?” Cindy asked the next day at their work. It’s still early, so they’re sitting while sipping coffee paired with bread.

Zoe shook her head. “I don’t know. I am distracted. I can’t think clearly.”

Cindy heaved a deep sigh. “You know what… I experienced falling in love too, but it was unrequited; he didn’t know about it until one day. I confessed—even if I knew that he would reject me, I still told my true feelings. Because the more I keep it myself, the more I get distracted and even get weak.”

Cindy reached for her left hand. “Love is all about taking risks, Zoe....