I sat down on the wooden bench as usual. My eyes searched for someone, my brain wondered away, my love longed to meet someone and my heart ached. No one came. I waited for more than an hour which seemed to take an eternity. I dropped the flowers that I carried along with me at the same place; over a heap of rotten flowers. I turned and gave a final glance; with a deep longing inside, I wished as always to see my 'best friend', 'my love ' to come with the same pleasant smile and same care. The air is still, nothing in the vicinity moved or stirred; it was like always-drab and gloomy like my life. But I know, my love will not come, as he has gone far away from me. But I am happy too that he is achieving his dreams which I always wished for him.

I walked back to my room and opened my diary. I began writing, the last letter addressing to him before leaving this land. My diary the only thing or my companion that I hold it dear to my empty heart.

"I feel the only reason everyone hold on to memories so tightly is because memories are the only things that never leave when everything else does. "

I was lost in my chain of thoughts again. My heart echoed with the laughs that once filled my life when my love was there with me, when there was happiness all the time. What an irony! When everything is fine it is so special and so filling.

I am...