I don't why but the sound of raindrops give me more guts to write... I guess raindrops are like words that pour in a dark, cold night.

"When do you know that you have already fallen in love? When do you realize that you have already found the one? When do you get the fact that you have already completely given your life to someone? When will you ask these questions to yourself? When.... " These thoughts are randomly coming out of her mind. Megan Loiuse Park or simply Meg is a 22 year old student. She believes that she knows herself well but was proven wrong when she met this "Ms. Curly hair". Her dreams became weird since then, or is it just a mirror of what she truly desires inside?

Here's a collection of poems that represents all the people I have met along the way and made me into the person I am today. Come with me as I remember their names as their memories linger on my mind...