Crumble

In the Name Of Allah, the Most Beneficent and the Most Merciful

It’s late of the night and I still trying to get over last night incident – the fight in the club that crumbles my first date (with someone 200% & my type and I really adore). Well, one door close, the others still open. But still forgetting is an issue.

We’re going well at the beginning, I can feel the love is in the air but it end up badly at the club when a drunken guy who is prominently show-off being rude and smear provocative words towards my date and he deserve a knock in the face. But I got the blame on what happening.

As I still in the state of shock, I mollify myself by lying half naked on my bed while listening to Adele’s Make You Feel My Love.