Falling in love again with the same guy. Risking her heart again. Playing again with the dice without any assurance that she can win this or lose again. But is there really one more chance?

One more chance for their story? Will there really be? Because after putting a distance with her bestfriend, she never had the guts to face him. She just told him that she loves him without explaining. Then she walked away with a river of tears gushing down her cheeks. But still one more chance is what she asking for. That is all she is dying to get. This thought kills her now. Is she being too assuming again? Can she just please forget this? Because, yes, she’s walking herself nearer and nearer to him. She’s walking herself to her precious nightmare.