"I dare you to call me" She banged the car's door and went. You could see it on her face. The intense rage. She was smoking hot, I noticed, as I watched her walk away. I didn't know her nor her boyfriend (probably) who, too, saw her walking away with heavy foot steps from the rear-view mirror. They probably had a fight. The reason, to me, was unknown. But I was sure she'd now drink and smoke up till she is out of her senses. So this is how you let just one person affect you so much that you waste an entire day of your life, not knowing that that might be the last day you are alive. That one person, indirectly, impose their life on you and you, unquestionably, allow that. It is not solely the case of relationships. Unbalanced friendships are included. So are one-sided affections. And love? Why talk about love? Let me keep it to practicality. All seems incomplete till you get to hear from them. You laugh at the stories of 'the cool guy of the group&#
In search for the right track which they call wrong.