Why everyone loves rain? It is just water dropping from the sky... playing with my emotions
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(looking at the sky) I HATE YOU.
Oh God why I looked up... the drop got in my eyes, why should he exists in my memory of rain?
Why I let him break down trust?
It was all crystal and clear, yet I believed in the blurry rain where we created our memories together.
I, mom and Dad.
but why Dad? why you did this to us?
Strange 1: (beep beep) Keep on walking... don't stand in the middle of the road
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(standing on the footpath, slowly removing the umbrella) Can't you flew my memories with you? Or it is just fun watching me crying with your stupid drops?
??? : Miss you will get sick? (sharing umbrella)
Who cares if I die or get sick?
??? : I do
Who are you? (looking at the person's eyes)
??? : That doesn't matter.(picking up) What matters is that you forgot our first drop of love we shared!
Is it you..(sharing the kiss)
(How can I forget that drop which made me met him, the rainbow of my life? How can I forgot it is what it is called LIFE? There will be painful memories but instead of complaining and hating, I should keep on walking.... because rainbow can only be seen after some dark clouds.)
