I never asked, I always wanted to be that guy. That’s what I dug abut my self. But I’m not sure it would move me one way or the other. I have never known, why do I love her so much? what is it about her? May be I got it right at the 1st time, which defines my life. Or sometimes it’s better not to touch the dream. Here I am a knee deep in river of regrets. Life is too short to regret, and here I already have wasted my 3 years. I just missed out on practically everything worth living for.  Something bleak isn’t necessary to be true.


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