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I am lying on the bed with my mobile in my hand, staring into the eyes of the girl I love. I wanted to stay here forever, staring into her eyes, but knowing that destiny won't allow it. Even my way back will be lost too. My heart was crying as I stared into her eyes and saw the desire. It's like I'm sinking deep into the sands of my feelings for her; I can't win even by fighting. A thousand dreams about me in her eyes, yet I'm turning away. I don't know why it happens; I don't know how long it will be.
Dreams have come true today but in reverse. But I cannot stay in reality, But I must live. I bounce between uncertain, possible realities in space, time, or whatever. This sometimes happens without warning. Sometimes for a long time and sometimes for a short time. Sometimes every possibility seemed unusual to me. I never imagined that I would have to go on leaving her because there was no reason to think so. After all, the whole world was on one side, and this girl and I were on one side. But now I'm not sure if I wanted to.
Now, I encounter that reality to share with her. I spend every moment of my life hoping that fate will suddenly change and I will allow to spend the rest of my life with her, or always hoping that the next life will lead me back to her.
So, still staring into her eyes, appreciating the moment, I reach my hand towards the mobile screen. She came towards me and smiled against the tears.
But you know, life doesn't always go how we want it to. It's full of unexpected things, and healthy environments don't take long to get messy; just like that, our sacred long-distance relationship took minutes to unravel. I have seen many relationships that were not so true, caring for both, but they are still together. I'm just wondering, why me? Why us?
I have seen my friends whose love has waned proportionally over time. Their talking also gradually decreased, moving around with someone else on the pretext of a little preoccupation. One would wait the whole day when the other would finish their busyness, call them, and write a message. But I can't accept this harsh reality that what I was lacking? I might spend a lifetime just wondering why me. What was the reason? There must have been a reason why it had to happen. But will I ever find out why?
