The Man Who Hates Starfish

I've never wanted anything from life. Every day, I spent waiting for death to come then there came you. My rose, when will you ever look at me with the same yearning as I do to you?



- Leo.



They said that love is a sacrifice but I beg to differ. I believe that to sacrifice is to love. To live is to love and to accept is truest form of love.



Hate is a big word but love is bigger. To define both is truly vague but to feel it is clarity amidst chaos. Who knew that through hate, love blossoms?



Follow the story of the man who hates starfishes! Where we find out more of the mysteries that lie beneath, rekindle the sparks of love, and live the wonders of life.