A Story.

This is a story about a girl and a boy. A story about first love that had already been buried but somehow managed to resurface again. After all, first love never dies, right? Or is it just a concept made by Hollywood? Or is it just a concept that they still want to believe because they're desperate for someone?
I don't know how they first met, was it coincidence? or was it fate? Maybe they thought it was fate that brought them together but maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe they were not supposed to know each other. Maybe they were just supposed to meet and then leave. No feelings required.

grenade

I don't know what to write but I feel so sad right now and I know there's nothing better to relieve the pain than writing. It feels like everyone around me is sick. My brother, my friends' dads, my friend's mom and everyone. And there's nothing I can do. I always thought that everyone around me was immortal, never once I thought that someone would be gone. I thought I'd always have everyone I love in my grasp. But with everyone being sick, it made me realize that God can take anyone away from us in a blink of an eye. There's nothing immortal, not even the world. People will die so will I. So I guess people are like grenade. They will explode sooner or later and the ones who are too close to them, will feel the infinite amount of damage and pain it caused. And the pain will remain for so long and even if it is healed, it'll never be like it was once before. Because you can't fix what's been broken. You can't replace something that's missing.