It all started on that rainy day.
I was running home from work and as I always had bad luck, that day was the only day I forgot my umbrella. Only really, I didn’t forget to bring one. I lent it yesterday to a colleague because she was too scared that the unseen rain would ruin her hair, so I gave her my umbrella and walked away.
It didn’t rain yesterday.
So I was running home, using my soaked-to-life brown leather bag to cover my head. Taking the usual route, I would go pass this bridge of love where lovers, tourists, soon to be exes, and new couples bought fancy locks and keys to declare their love for each other.
Obviously, I didn’t buy that. If there was a research, I bet 87 per cent of these people have broken up.
And that, was when I met him.Read more →