I am going to tell you a loveish story. That’s right. Loveish. Because a love story is one in which the two people end up together, is it not?
I won’t end the year with this story because I need to decide if I am going to embarrass my friend and maybe I need to inform him (I don’t need his consent). But then again it’s not really an embarrassing story. It is sort of sweet and innocent.
My friend, he is shy. Always has been.
See you in the New Year.