Spent my Sunday afternoon crying over a sad story.
They said you have to focus on happy thoughts in order to be really happy,
But why, I find heartbreaks more relieving than being happy.
I feel lighter now after crying my lungs out, for the sad fate of the heroes in the story.
They loved each other so deeply but circumstances just have to part them apart,
Because reality is undeniably more powerful than love.
Mourning over the death of their love story,
It's just so true and heartbreaking
that I failed to realize that it's just a fiction.
Far from the numbing reality..
It's not the end of the story, yet.
