“If I got a hundred words to say, would you listen?” she asked. “If I got a hundred reasons to explain, would you understand? I have so many stories to share, but I felt like there isn’t a percent of a hundred people—who—would like to lend their ears to me. And then you’re here. I was so surprised to know that there’s still someone who would want to know what my mind wanted to say. I was so surprised that someone like you—would bravely walked in my life without even asking for permission. Even if you didn’t care whether I’ll try to push you away. If I got a hundred more years to live, would you still be here with me? If I got a hundred chances to take, would you hold my hand while I take it?” she looked up at him with so much hope caged in her eyes. As if there are more than hundred of galaxies that shine right through them. “If you found a hundred reasons to leave me, would you throw all of it away and stay?”.