As each minute passed by, happiness and excitement was fading to bleak hopes, making me feel as if my presence had spoilt the fun. I thought I had finally had some time to spend before distance takes place next week yet I was wrong.

Its either the mind was with the electronic gadget, or at the rest whom were busy with their activities. I seemed to be like a wooden pillar, acting strong in its appearance yet brittle in the inside. A slight punch on the wood would not break the wood but it has already softened its living tissues, causing as much hurt as to sawing it.

Before the wooden pillar was made, it was a tree that wishes to give protection to the many people that had passed by. Whether its rain or shine, its broad and thick branches, covered with its greenly leaves, provide shelter to these people. The tree was not even bothered if someone just sleeps at its corner and rather at other spots. Yet, it was the fact that after having that rest, the tree was axed down shortly. It suddenly loses its strong side. It suddenly loses its ability that it could provide for the rest of the beings.

Think trice and I guess I had got it right. It isn’t gonna be easy right from the start. Moreover, nothing was declared right from the start. It was a rash act of romance that might end tragic some day. Cycling along the empty road that night, while looking at the half moonlight, a lot of things came through my mind but one answer seemed to fits it all.

I was not angry on anyone but myself. Feeling angry for my sensitivity, feeling pathetic for my selfishness, that has grown part into me right from the start. It’s always that I failed to get my facts right and the only answer to these questions were simple. It is:

"The reality is two might become one but it does not mean it wouldn't be two once again. That’s because when it’s not yours, it will always never be yours. And yes, it wasn’t after all."

I've to learn... Yes, I have to...