He was a friend, my love, my favorite film, my dream and yet i hated him so much. I hated him for making me dream the impossible, i hated him because of the illusion he gave me, I hated him because he made me feel jealous of any other girl by his side, he was totally to hate. Yet I still loved him, I loved his personality, I loved how bright he was, I loved his sense of style, I loved thinking of him.

My love and hate were hopeless, cause i'll never have chance to meet isn't it?. 

~Author~

I think vips can relate to this story, so i will try my best to make a nice story for all of you. Thanks.