It has been a month since Hayden started looking for my parents; it has been from one dead end to another. 

There was no picture of any of them, so no one knows for sure what they looked like. I was reluctant at first, but right now, each dead end hurts as badly as a fresh cut. 

I asked Hayden to stop looking a couple of times, but he won't hear of it; according to him, if it's the only thing that he does, he must reconcile me with my parents. 

Maybe that is one of many reasons I'm falling helplessly in love with him.  

It was a cool night,...