After a long discussion with my superior over a seemingly easy case with bad testimonials, I emerge triumphant once again when I pointed out a few issues that he had overlooked and which rendered our clients' version, well, a tad unfeasible. Not that that was a good thing because now we are back at one, filling out the few loopholes for our case.

But then, there is nothing like knowing your work well and being acknowledged for it to raise your spirits at a time when your ego had taken a solid dive into Nothingsville way back then.

I may be good but I need physical evidence to show for my supposed skill; yes, I can be self-doubting like that.

They don't know you like I do.

Because when the night is filled with melancholic melodies that reach out into the most vulnerable part of myself, your smile and touch can do wonders to heal this bruised soul.

The only thing missing is the "Y-O-U" in "your".

Need I say more?