They said that storms went by the name of three: hurricane, cyclone and typhoon.
Even so, all those names could only mean the same thing - wreckage, devastating impacts and horrible aftermaths. With the incredible forces they wield, they are capable of changing thousands of lives in minutes, even seconds.
When I met you, all I could think about was the opposite of what might have come along with the storms. I thought about peace and tranquility. Never have I ever understood (and agreed, for that matter) why the storms are named so beautifully - Hurricane Irma, Hurricane Katrina, Cyclone Dahlia, Typhoon Yolanda.
But then you became everything you said you never were. In a split second, you succeeded to turn my life upside down, like gravity just stopped working on me. I was all knocked down by your brief presence until all I have left were mere ruins and debris. It was after a long time that I finally understand why they name storms after people.
Looking at it now, I think I might have an idea of whose name they should use if another storm is coming.
Yours.
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