To those Drizzles,
Thinking that, if people were rain, I was drizzle and you were a hurricane.
This was an excerpt taken from the novel written by John Green, Looking for Alaska.
I always wonder why there exists a relationship between two people who are very far apart from each other. I mean, how cruel life is to let these persons meet, tore them apart, break them into pieces and leave them hanging, hurt, depressed and have nothing to do with their lives. It’s just plain cruelty, fate is cruel. Life is, too. Love hurts, romance is obsolete, let us not believe in its fantasies. They will just break and crush us.