She never found love in the overpriced cappuccinos of CCD. She found it in the first sip of cold coffee in excruciating hot summer afternoons. She didn't found love when Ellie Goulding sang 'Love me like you do', she found it when Monali Thakur sang 'Tu hoga zara pagal tune mujhko hai chuna'. She never found love in the 'can't find flaws even if you wanted' Instagram photos. She always found it when she saw him first in the morning as he unknowingly stared out of the window sitting there in his true skin, bare, rusty and messy curly hair, in his comfy clothes having the black coffee, toast and omlette she just made for him. She always found it right around their dinning room as sometimes she caught him playing one of her favorite piano note 'Dream A Little Dream Of Me' from Yiruma's 2nd Album "First Love" or sometimes when she caught a glimpse of him around their breakfast table going through his patients medical records and swinging his legs under the table and humming 'L-O-V-E' by Nat King Cole without a worry in the world.