Broken Strings - James Morrison (Feat. Nelly futado)

In my mentality, humans were strictly divided to two. A raindrop and a dust particle. Knowing you, there's a great chance of having you sending me that soothing, throaty chuckle of yours, then questioning me how does that relate to anything. Here's my chance of explaining. The dust particle resembles the majority of people we meet as each days bypass the other. Their cheap smiles. Their stench of fakeness. Their disgusting glass masks that are painted with painless, exaggerated laughter. The dust particles resemble their inhumane acts. Their ruthless, inconsiderate thoughts. Their desires that change by the day. From lust, to envy, to hatred, to too much of everything.

On the other hand, the raindrop is for purity. It is the heart of someone who has too much of kindness, too much of conciderance, too much of everything good. It's a person who suffered the most, but yet, still has the courage and heart to treat the others better, so that they don't suffer as much as he did. It's a person who always prays for the others, no matter who they are - even if he doesn't know them. It's the person who make people wonder what did they ever do to deserve someone as good as him. He's a bubble of hope. For he always stores a kind word for everyone, for those who hate him and those who love him. He's a treasure everyone want to keep. It's also a shame that those kind of people are very, very hard to find in this world of plastic and new.

The thing is, you, my dear chanyeol, were neither. You were not a dust particle, neither a raindrop, and that quite turned me into a questioning state. Have I miscalculated? Have I mistaken myself? I was quite upset, and highly curious. You didn't own that aura of fakeness, nor the demeanor of kindness and innocence. If you were not one of the two, what were you? I realized, after getting to know you, that you were a flower. A flower in the middle of the disaster.

I remember once meeting you, I hated you. I hated how bright your smile was. I detested that heart-warming presence of yours around me. I hated how you kept trying and trying and trying to lighten up the mood between us two. I was the exact opposite of you. I was dispirited. I was the quiet wallflower who loathed people's presence around him. I was that person who was swathed with ice. I was everything you weren't. Isolated. Insensitive. Dull. Nuisance. So why were you bothering to hold a conversation between us two, when you knew I hated you? Why did you always beam at me when I always frowned at you? Why? Why, chanyeol? What did you want from me so bad?

I was broken. A cracked vase shoved to the farthest corner. The business I held, fell. Because my best friend who I thought I could trust with my entire life stole it from between my hands without me noticing. My mate had a love affair with another guy. My daughter, who I loved dearly, turned to be their fruit. I was completely used. Over and over. So what did you want from me, chanyeol?

That day. It was a tedious day with rain knocking at the window in a monotone speed. I used to love rain. It was calming. How water washed the dirt and replaced it with that smell of organic earth. How the rain hummed that low tone while brushing through my window. How the vibration of the rain's pitter patter filled my ears.  It was a truly refreshning sight for me. Though I hate to admit, you made the scene more beautiful, since you were standing just by the window sill. While you were there, gazing at the total wreck outside, I was trying to fix my thoughts inside. I was trying to read through you, and when I completely gave up, I began tearing up. Because I still didn't understand. I didn't understand your intentions, your actions, your smile.

Instead of rushing to hug me, you smiled again, watching me sniffle and glare at your perfect structure. I was more prexpeled. And displeased. So I began punching your chest weakly, annoyed and demanding what did you want, so that I could give it to you then force you to leave. If you want it so bad, just take it, and never comeback. You were laughing so hard, tears were streaming down your cheeks. Then you answered.

Love. You asked for my love, and my trust.

I began tearing up again. And this time, you folded your arms around my delicate waist. This time, I didn't push away your welcoming arms. I clung to them, breaking more from the inside. I remember once, the quote of an anonymous, saying that one day, someone will hug me to tight, all my broken dreams would stick back to one. It was true. Because that night, after you gave me the support of your love, I felt better than I ever was in all of my 27 years.

 I loved everything about you ever since then. I loved your eyes, your defined chest, and just everything. I loved how you kept listening to everything I said without interjecting. I loved how you looked at me without judging me. I love