Why are you breaking up with me? Will I ever get the real answer for that?    She still loves that certain someone, but what if they can't be together anymore? Would she gives up or keep fighting on her own?   A story of showing how love is a journey of different emotions and points of view. What you think about is not always the truth, maybe there's a whole different story underneath it. 

I dare to say that I am the luckiest person on earth. To have her in my arms, to protect her, and to be hers. I must be grinning like a fool right now, because she looks at me with a small smile on her face. “What are you thinking about?” I am sure that she perfectly knows the answer. With the way I look at her right now, there's no way she doesn't know it. But still, I give her the plea