It was a cold December afternoon, I could remember the first day that I met him at the front of my door step, standing there amongst my friends. As I opened the door to welcome them in, I never knew what could have happened next...
Back then I never thought of him as anything insignificant, I only though of him as friend but no more than that, nothing romantic, nothing special...Just a friend. He, just a boy, who would betray me later on.... stabbed me behind my back... me who foolishly did nothing...me who stood there... still believed that everyone was my friend... who I thought I could trust... because... I was so foolish to let him...through that door... to let them into my life.
A tragic love story about a boy and a girl, falling in love foolishly, romantically but regretfully... the beginning is just a tragic memory but the end may or may not?