They always say that there is an invisible red string that connects two destined people. The string may stretch or tangle, but it will never break, so, who is my destined partner? I hope it's her. I hope it's the girl that doesn't give a crap about what she looks like or what other people thinks about her. I hope it's the same girl who's still able to smile, despite all the negativity she receives from other people. I hope it's her, the girl who doesn't even know I exist, even though I'm the leader of Syntax Error, the band that had received dozens of awards, nationally and internationally. Out of all the people in the universe, I chose her. I hope that the red string in my pinky connects to her's. I hope we're destined to be with each other. I hope we could be together. I hope she will be my you-niverse.