There was once I’m asking God,
"Why did you make him me meet him?"
"Why did you make me fall for him?" and
"Why did you make him have a different faith from me?"
"Why did you make us an item, while we already know that everything have to end in a sad way?"
That was once.. and I still remember it too well. And today, once again I cursed myself and asking,
"Why did you appear in my dream? Why did you appear and broke my defense wall, fall on my knees, crying and tel you everything that happen, my troubles, like I used to tell you? and Why did you.. smile like that?"