Love, Raine

When I was younger, I always noticed my Father looking at my mother with so much love and adoration. As if she is the most beautiful girl in the world. He is the perfect husband and a father every girl could ask for.

I,then started dreaming about my own happy ending and to have a love story like my parents.

But everything changed, on one rainy day.

My father cheated on my mother. I saw how devastated my mother is. I never imagined that my father could do that to us. I never thought that love could bring such pain to people.

Everything I thought about love changed. But I still believed that one day, someone will came and bring back the fairly tale love story that I once dreamed of.

And then he came. He treated me like a princess. He told me sweet promises. He is perfect or just as I thought he was.

But a fantasy can never exist in reality. He left without saying a word. He left me broken and lifeless.

Ironic isn't it? My parents told me that I was born on a rainy day that's why they named me Raine, and that rainy days will be my lucky days but I guess they are wrong. All the bad things happened on a rainy day.

But I still love rain. It's my cure when I feel sad. The rain drop is like music to my ears.

And during rainy days, I always ask myself; can I still have my happy ending? Or will it be just a mere dream?

Love,
Raine