The soft rain casted on the city like snow in december, but it didn't make your mood better. Not a little bit. It was a lot since you had luck in love, and you struggled to find someone who would really love you truly. You spent lonely nights in your room, wishing someone could hold you, kiss you. But you ended up crying in your room almost every night. You got jealous when you got out of your place, surrounded by couples all the time, praying to have someone to love you like those people.

Blind dates, asking for someone's number, you tried everything to have someone, and still you ended up feeling stupid with no chances at all. It was your fault to trust cupid. To believe he'll help you. Cupid is so dumb. You didn't even realized you crashed onto someone on your way back home, tripping and falling to the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry. Let me help you.." He said, and held his hand for you to grab it. He was young, like you, maybe in his late twenties, but... God, he was so handsome.