"Why, hello there. I'm turning twenty real soon, not sure if that's young or old!" I replied, attempting a very bad joke due to my nervousness. He caught me with his charm, without a doubt.

-

Things should have been easy. Things should not have turned out this complicated, and messy. He was interested in me and I was returning the favour. Till this moment, I never knew what exactly went wrong.

Now, here I am, sipping a hot cup of coffee, alone, on a lovely Sunday morning.

-

"I am exhausted. You drain me out, every ounce of me. I am leaving," he admitted the plain, ugly truth in my face.

Speechless, tears started streaming down my cheeks as I tried to hold myself back from pulling him into my arms. I truly wanted to go down on my knees and begged him to stay. How could he just walk away?

-

My mother once told me, after her separation from my father, 'If things were meant to be, dear, real lovers will find their way back to each other's embrace.'

Those words echoed in my head now as I gaze up into the sky, realising painfully that there is still a flicker of hope in me. But hope, is a fragile thing...