They didn't knew what was about to come when they first met. They never believed in that element people their age always talked about. They were true to theirselves. They were alike in mind. They have always said: "Love is surreal."  There's no end to the cold journey. The very exhausting, immersing, life dragging, unimportant journey. He keeps repeating to himself, it was a coincidence, repeating again, he seems to be fine without her presence. Nothing much he can do. Neither can she. But this time, he knew he can't give this one up. He knew he must do something to keep it real. He's willing to mend himself.