This is a story for those who have fallen. Fallen... such question as "Fallen in what sense, what situation?" will rouse as we speak. Let me tell you the entire story about those who have fallen, in this ground I would say in the matters of love; lost of love, the wrong in choosing love and the list continues.
             These four letters of passion, adventures, intriguing feeling and such, has created many stories among us all. Yet, for those who had never ever felt or been is this situation we like to call love, to no avail, still an enigma to be solved by dribbling on a piece of paper. I'd like to narrow down my story to choosing love. Have you ever been in a situation where you came to choose between two doors. Which would you choose? What will happen if you choose the wrong one and how would you know if it's the right one. These questions are very synonym in situations when you have to choose between two guys or two girls. It would be easy if one of them is clearly awful, no manners, not caring and so on, but what if both are perfectly hard to choose because you like each one of them and both of them have the qualities of Mr. or Mrs. Right?. If you had chosen, and you are happy with the one you choose to this very moment, then I'm happy for you, but if you chose the other door, there are no words that I could utter to express my sympathy. Actually, when you choose either one, I'm very sure that you felt like you had chosen the right one. If then came a day when things doesn't turn out as planned, one would curse fate for his or her wrong choosing in the past. A wise man once said that to regret is to bring immortal melancholy in your life. Do not regret, just let it be the past. As they say, let the past teach you the future.
             Most of you that know me will know about this story and I apologize if somewhere someone out there is hurting, it's just a nostalgic event. So, here goes. There is...