I've always been a nice boy since birth, and a handsome guy , as my friends say, and one of the luckiest human beings on earth until that shameful event happened.

I'm not a predictor to know if that thing would happen, and if infidelity would target me as the next victim of it.

But if you come to think about it, it's not that bad to be betrayed if it's going to make you the luckiest person, right?

I pretty think life hates me, but I don't blame it because I hate it too.

I'm just a normal orphan that is still alive due to the overprotection of two best friends , and that loved a guy who already had a boyfriend, and that is a radical mess which had turned to a hopeful boy in a point of my timeline.