She led a complicated life. People would call her crazy if they knew the philosophy behind it but she never said a word to anyone. Just accepted the fact that people thought she was crazy and gave them all the reason to wonder. She also held an appeal; no one could unravel the mystery behind her. She was also pining over a broken heart, a heart so damaged that she was scared of even thinking of the institution of love. She knew her limits and she took refuge in fantasy. The only place where she would be truly and completely happy. He, on the other hand, was so much into reality that no one could deter his enthusiasm to live. His philosophy was just to live each day like it was his last. There was nothing that could discourage him when he decided to do something. He always took challenges that came his way and conquered them and the scarce ones he couldn’t, he tried again and again, until he succeeded. There was this drive in him, a drive that everyone envied. But like everybody else, he was human after all. You cut him and he would bleed. These two people were opposites in every way. Happy and sad, hot and cold, witty and depressed. But, like they say, opposites attract and when that happens all hell breaks loose.