They say that seven is a powerful number, riddled with legends and shrouded in mysteries.
If seven was a person, he would probably be a sarcastic leather-wearing asshole; the starrer of bad-boy-good-girl pieces of writings, with a saddened childhood and whatnot.
But not every fairytale and fiction comes true. Not every relation has to have a label.
I met Donn an exact number of seven times, each for a month. Those seven months are far too scattered in a duration of 19 years for my OCD brain to comprehend, but they will be etched into my being for the rest of eternity.