This is a little insight on the Thomas Hunt character, starting at a young age and establishing his actual birth date. I plan to write a long story with several chapters. I have several small ideas of where I want the story to go, but I'm not sure of the actual length. I adore Thomas Hunt's love story with MC, so the whole story will be revolving around them two at one point or another. I don't like the idea of naming my character "MC". I need to put a face, a personality, spirit and sentiment to the MC character so I just had to give her a name, sorry if this annoying for anyone. Also, please bear with me, English is my second language and I have never written stories in English before, sorry if my grammar is incorrect at times. I hope you all enjoy, any comments or suggestions are more than welcome!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

She was everything he once used to be and more: young, joyful, passionate, caring and playful, with a promising career that was skyrocketing and thriving with life. He remembered what it felt like; it wasn't long ago after all. He appeared to be much older than what he really was, ever since he was a kid. Born on 1980 in a November's cool and frosty night, he's fate was sealed. Being the oldest of three brothers and one sister, with a father who was a coward and left his mother heartbroken, emotionally unstable and unavailable for a long time, he was forced to grow up too early. He did remember what it felt like to be happy, though, but it was so long ago that it was more of a distant haze than a memory.

Even when almost nobody knew or could even imagine, he remembered the first movie that he ever saw and how he felt vividly: Back to the future. It took time for him to grasp the concept, but when his father left he understood it immediately. Even the title sounded alluring, just imagine such a wonderful scenario, where he could go back in time and fix everything. Fix his parents' relationship, change how he viewed life and the complexities that come along with it… how he wished he could go back in time to where his father and his mother were in love and everything was pure happiness, how he could go back and maybe meet Yvonne in that bus stop. May be his life wouldn't be so empty and he'd still be directing, writing and acting. On the other hand, he realized that those hard times were what gave him his strength, courage and determination. Cinema was his passion, his drive. No one ever was more meaningful to him than his career, not even Yvonne… and she was the only regret he had in life, the only "What if", at least up until that point.

Yvonne… for Thomas that name was synonymous with Love for a very long time. He could not imagine true love beyond Yvonne, and it's not that he did not try, but it was just something impossible. Marianne was perfect, too perfect actually. His relationship with Marianne always had to be planned; every place, every date, every conversation, every feeling. It was more like a habit. He did appreciate her deeply as a friend, but it was never love. Then there was Priya. She had the same ideas as him, the same passion not only for cinema but also for teaching, and a deep sense of justice. She was a righteous woman. He respected her greatly and trusted her. There was one time when he even considered marrying her, but quickly realized that it would be more for convenience, stability and all the wrong reasons than for actual love. Although he was certain of her love for him, he believed that Priya deserved true love, which he could never offer to her. So he let her go, even when she was reluctant and never really accepted their break up. Then there were countless other women: gorgeous and talented models, actresses, film makers and fashion designers. However, after a few days or even a few hours, he always and willingly ended up in the same place: alone. He couldn't help it, what was the point of pretending something that just wasn't there? He was better off by himself than ending up with someone that made him feel even more alone, if that was possible.

The first time he saw her enter his classroom he couldn't help thinking how beautiful she was, it was almost an exaggeration. There was something about her, he couldn't figure out exactly what it was that felt so heart-warming, so natural and spontaneous. He soon realized that those qualities were a doubled-edge sword. She was too natural, too spontaneous, something that he greatly appreciated but also loathed, strange but true.