“How’re you?”

“Fine. You? ”

“Still alive..Did he call you?”

“No.”

Just nice. 3 months, 2weeks and 1day.

It all happened too fast. 
My mum once told me that Einstein did not understand the existence of Love when he came up with scientific theories.

Love is faster than the speed of light; just like how he came and left.

I regret.

The guilt is oh so deep that she’s gnawing into my bones.
I kept hypnotizing myself “it’s all a dream… it’s all a lie”; a lie that I should have continued to the end like recurring dreams that never happened in reality.

“Why did you call me?”

“Why did you pick up?”

His calm soothing voice caught me once again. I can’t blame him, and he neither.
Both of us were living in our very own recurring fantasy; waiting for someone to save us with a true love’s kiss.

Click.
Bye.