The Past That Lasts
Love is just a dilemma people tend to believe in. I have observed that people use this term to actually cover up their actual concern. Loneliness is what you get out of it; it makes your life miserable, breaks your heart into thousand pieces and still, each broken part of your heart misses him like your heart missed him as whole. It keeps you obsessed with him, you miss his face, his eyes, his smile, his scent, knowing that you are never going to get him again.
Life becomes vulnerable as you are enslaved by his thoughts, you try to be normal but you just can't. Each and every thing seems meaningless, at start everything looks extraordinary and ecstatic, but, at the end you are left with nothing except agony and emptiness.
Truthfully, I only knew Vik for that one night, but, that was the same night I found love. Sounds crazy when you think about it, however, it was surprisingly true. That love at first sight shit was actually true.
What happens when Vik realizes he needs her? Or does he even need her? Is it all just a misunderstanding that they're both engulfed in? Will Juliet be able to find a way to tell Vik Diaz what she truly feels?