We met one cold and dreary winter's eve in June of twenty-two. It was a night of celebration for our dear friend Ilicia, and there in the final few minutes of the birthday bash Heino met a red-booted beauty who did him the favour of forgetting his name (How she got Johan from Heino is anyone's guess).

Thankfully another mutual friend of ours had his feast two weeks hence, where once again we met. This time wisdom prevailed, numbers and names were ruiled (exchanged).

Thus, the prologue of our love story began, and now it enters a new arc.

~Heino