Just like any other unlucky first love, I was left just like that.
I just stood there in a pouring rain, waiting for him to at least turn back.
Through the pouring rain, tears became one.
And he never came.

I was just like everybody else.
Heartbroken? Oh do I know how that feels perfectly.
But if it's not for him, I won't be who I am now.
Thankful? Yes, yes I am.

But I swear to god I hate him till the bottom of the earth, even though it has been seven years.

But one day, I got a call from my mom. 
Telling me to come home to meet her best friend.
I have nothing against it.
But once I step a foot at my mom's house,
All hell break loose.

What the  is he doing here