no one knows, only the blank...
because this story doesn't start with "once upon a time..." and doesn't end with "...and they lived happily ever after", the protagonists are not a young prince and his beautiful lover.
it simply...starts! it's late at night, I can't sleep, I can't read .. so I'm sitting with a blank paper in front of me and a pencil in my right hand, thinking about this incurable, painful disease, popularly known as...feelings!
someone said that real happiness lasts just for a second. why would it be impossible for that second to become eternity?
why am I scribling to erase instead of listening to...some kind of "written" story?
still, there is no such thing as perfect emotions!