Their little hearts were a beatbox beating for each other, until the day they were broken. Broken by the girl, for some other stranger who came into her life. The strangers’ mere presence made him feel insecure, out of which he was depressed. He wanted to yell out everything, but wasn’t able to. Many girls came in his life, but she was special, very special . And the pain of seeing her stealing away was the hardest part for him. He, each second wanted to express his sorrow, but his fortune wasn’t that good to him. Out beyond the ideas of knowing the right time, he went up to her.
Tears of each sorrow and state of his condition was told to her. She listened, understood but she didn’t change. She was still the same.