5:10 am dawn happened. Ever since 13 I never missed waking 5 in the morning going out and waiting for dawn. For me, dawn signifies hope and a new beginning. I loved the dawn ever since. I never even imagine myself hating it. I know to myself I won't reach that point that I would despise it, but then you happened... I grew up being the most optimistic person someone knew, I'm full of hope and confident that good things will happen in the future. I'm contented with everything that is happening to me, I never felt that something is missing. I love how I see the world being beautiful, full of loved and hope, then you happened... I'm happy, I never felt sadness, I never envy someone, I never feel miserable my whole life, I loved myself to the fullest, then you happened... Why do you have to be part of my life? Why do you need to be part of my story? Why do I need to tell stories about you at dawn?