I was enjoying my life in highschool when I met a guy who was super quiet and always snobbed at me. His arrogance and pride was very high but in that situation I couldn't understand why despite his rejection of me I was even more excited because for me he was still taking the time to reject and repeatedly snobbing me. The colder he treats me the more I like him. When the time came when I prayed the most, I didn't know the word alone because ever since he made me feel loved, he never left my side. I fought the love between the two of us even though what forced us to separate was my own father who was against to our union. I fought for our love but what I didn't know was that as I faced the heavy rain he was already sheltering in another umbrella, another umbrella that I knew from the very beginning would ruin the two of us. After he left and let me drown in the heavy rain, he would suddenly come back to me as if nothing had happened, he suddenly come back to me to retract what he was telling his. I'm not thirsty for love to hold on the thing that's killing me. [MUST READ!!: The photos I used on the book cover are not mine and I just borrowed them. Credits to the real owner of the photo and to the person who posted this picture.]