Writing about love is like an abstract. Well, love is abstract anyway. Sometimes it makes you happy, other times sad, few times alone, but mostly loved. Why am I telling you all this love stuff? It’s because I’m a cupid. There are others out there like me. Pairing the people of the world, finding their matches, making them learn from their mistakes, and other things that revolve around love. Though it’s basically everything, we are

When the person whom you thought will believe you leaves you when you needed them the most. Who's the one to blame?