"What is love?"

"What is love?"

"Is it real or fake?"

Chan has been asking this question to himself for the past three months. Everyday after he found out his boyfriend, Kunpimook, had been cheating on him. He felt like a piece of him tore off when Kunpimook left. Others would have called them a perfect couple, always going out together and always happy and cheery. Nobody ever thought that they would break up. Every morning, Kunpimook would call Chan perfect, and Chan would do the same.

But I guess he wasn't perfect enough for Kunpimook's standards, as he apparently found somebody better than Chan.

Ever since then the same question popped
into Chan's head, and he wasn't able to answer it. Until one day he found it alone.

love

A myth used to make others believe that someday, they will be happy.

Little did he know that somebody had their eye on him.

This idea was a lot better in my head than it was when I wrote it.