In ten years, or maybe a good thirty years, if fate ever let us meet, will we have a tired smile on our faces? Instead of bidding goodbye, we will hold on to those farewell words and promised to meet again. Because after walking for thirty years, what we once had, was the best thing that could have ever happened to us. And what we once had, had passed. But right now, in this moment, we still keep looking back, longing for what had gone and past. And in just a couple more moments, we may have missed, that real moment, few minutes ago. That's human and that's life. We could get by with this excuse, but it'll be an excuse we'll use for thirty years, with a tired smile.

Sometimes I wish my life were a romantic comedy just a bit funnier ..