She hated everything about him; she hated how he smile like he’s taunting her, she hated how his hair look like he’s always just gotten out of bed, she hated that he flirts with her, she hated that he’s strikingly handsome, she hated that he’s a good for nothing rich gangster, but what she hated most? Is that unusual...
Life is comparable to a leaf. It spurts then jives... It follows the direction of the wind, it holds on to the extent of its might... But time will deliberately weaken its hold... Time will come, this precarious leaf would fall to the ground, weather until it dies.
