It all started when our hands touched each other.

Do you remember how our heart beat and resonated at the same frequency? Do you remember how the rush of blood flooded our faces? Do you remember how the warmth tickled beneath our skins?

Do you remember how beautiful the butterfly danced in our stomach?

Do you remember the smiles, the giggles, the high on feeling, the off of ground, the night calls, the flying world, the upside down, the kisses, the stories, the us, the favorite writer, the book we planned to collaborate, the coffee and cake, the insanity, and all the the we used to share?

It all started when our hands touched each other.

I'm not bugged by the promises we made and had. Promises meant to be broken. People pledge stupid things when they are in love.

I'm not disturbed by the failure of our story too. Failure means I'm all aware what success is all about.

Success is not always sweet. Sometimes, things have to be broken to engage at its perfect place.

It all started when our hands touched each other.

And just like everything in life, it ended when you stopped believing.

Do we really stop?