I have always pictured life to be like the arena of the Hunger Games. Malawak, puno ng misteryo, walang kasiguraduhan, at puno ng mga supresa. Mapa-masayang surpresa man yan o nakakakaba. Like the Hunger Games Arena, it would challenge you to fight for your life and for the people you love. As for my life, kung ikukumpara ko ito sa larong Hunger Games malamang isa ako sa mga natalo. Dahil hindi ko naipaglaban ang mga taong mahal ko, ang pamilya ko. I never became a Victor, and almost everything in my life is a mess. Kaso, one day, he came. Kung kailan magulo ang lahat saka naman siya dumating. He made me feel all these weird and overwhelming feelings na hindi ko alam dati na pwede ko pa palang maramdaman amidst all the shits that's been happening in my life. He made me feel so happy, protected, cared for, and loved. Minahal na tila ba hindi niya lang mahal ang magagandang bagay sa akin kundi pati na din mga kamalian at kakulangan ko. Sometimes he even makes me feel like he fell more into me because of my craziness and imperfections. And that somewhat made me feel whole again. That I' am so much worth loving and caring for. Na may tao din palang mamahalin ako ng buo sa kabila ng sandamakmak kong kakulangan. Kaso...sa sobrang kaligayahan ko nakalimutan ko ang pagkatuso ng mundo. I forgot that it was an arena designed with wicked twists and turns and traps to hurt me any way possible. Because of the euphoria of his love, I let my guard and weapons down. I became vulnerable. Too vulnerable. Kaya, when the world struck back at me again, it caught me off guard. The cannon boomed, signaling my fall, my loss. Natalo ako. And it was too late for me to realise that my fears sa simula palang were right all along. He was a heartache waiting to happen. But damn it, I still fell so damn hard for him