I love how Wendy notices everything about me without the need to ask. She’s a great observer, like she knows that my favorite color is red though I always wear black, she knows how I like my coffee: hot, black, and bitter, with several sips of cigarette. She’s my faithful reader and I’m the wide-opened book, something no one but her would bother to read or to even take a look. But at times I wonder how she likes her coffee or is her favorite color blue, she’d answer me with a smile, “Here inside, Peter, it’s always been you.”
