When I was a teenager, I had a crush on a classmate but couldn’t bring myself to confess. A fortune-teller I visited told me, “Confess on May 12th — that is your day.”
I waited. On May 12th, my hands trembled as I picked up the receiver to call him.
In the end, we attended different high schools and drifted apart. But the courage that fortune-teller gave me, and the freshness of that first love, are memories I still cherish. Even now, I am grateful to her for what she helped me do that day.