It’s nice to laugh at our deperate past experiences in the avenue of love. This is a love story which can be an obvious mark of desperation. It has no definite ending. I just had a vivid sketch in my memory. It is exactly opposite to the pace of usual love stories I’ve read. Ideal love stories have happy endings; this story is on the contrary.

This is a collection of my love story experiences. I considered them desperate because I always ended up with no one.