It's the 13th of April when I finally work up to courage to go back to Romania. I know that she may never want to see me again. I tried to let as much time in order to make sure she knows they're in jail and that they're never getting out. I put out a new album in which I called them out. I put out another album filled with love songs. They charted well (obviously), so I am confident they got back to her! Hopefully.

I bought her a book about some couple who went through so much, and then still chose each other, and a pink rose for old times' sake. And I waited in front of that bookstore where I knew she'd have an event. She walks out an hour later, with her headphones on, looking as beautiful as ever in her pink leather jacket, sweater and skirt. I catch her eye, and as I was preparing to start explaining myself, she throws herself in my arms and whispers, "That must've been so horrible for you."

I chuckle, "Horrible for me? These past months I've been thinking how horrible it must've been for you!"

We look at each other and I pull her in for a kiss. I missed this, I missed her. And I must confess, it is the best kiss ever. Better than in books, better than in movies. The perfect kiss next to a bookstore under a streetlight on a cobblestone alleyway. I could see that in a romance book.

I guess we're cool. And nothing ever can take us apart now.