Let's begin the story with a person named "You". You were the soft-hearted type, jolly and friendly outside. Many even have grown familiar with You at some remarkable places. According to a friend of You, You can speak in different volumes, sing in various tones, dance beautifully with odd synchronization and blank rhythms.

And by that, he meant You were extraordinary.

Like a daffodil beyond compare, he grew fond of such vibrant energy those petals of yours radiates.

The way You tell him how your day went in fifteen types of mood was something so raw yet captivating. The way You give him the sweetest curve you could give when he tells You, "You are beautiful." The way the ocean waves speak for all those indescribable feelings that You begin to muster when You were around him. His presence made You think that He could be that someone You have been waiting for god knows how long.

He was the only friend who told you that life can work in magic as if he was telling You how astonishing it could be to know You more---nay, to know You better.

He was the only friend who could listen to all those musings inside your head without You telling him a thing. He was the only friend who stayed up all night so you could get a great slumber, of course with him singing you a sweet lullaby without you asking on the other line. He was the only friend whose laugh made You laugh like a monster in response.

He was the only friend who mourned with You when your favorite cat died. He was the only friend who stayed with you when You just wanted to turn away because the world seemed to be against You. And when you held triumph in your hands, he was there to go along with You. He was the only friend who made you feel loved and cared for the first time.

And that's where the trouble starts.

As the calendar pages fly by, You began liking him, too. There was no hint of denial on it, just pure honesty and nothing else. Many have tried to ask You if you were that ready enough to risk the only friendship you have at that moment despite the fact that they only know a part of You on a surface level.

So, You remained true to yourself.

You showed him the poetry inside of you, the art that has been wandering deep within your soul. You made yourself ready for the perfect timing as if you have long been waiting for it all along. From that very moment, as You put your frail hand to your fragile heart, you thought to yourself "perhaps, this is love."

He did love you, or so you thought.

Several weeks have passed and You kept on wondering what went wrong. Things began to sound unclear to You when he told You he was busy all day long and he could not find the time to make it up to you even on your late mini birthday celebration. Shattered in pieces, You tried to wipe the tears away and bravely asked him the same question for the nth time, "What really went wrong?"

Three and a half minutes after, silence was the answer.

And that's where the heartache begins.

There was nothing left to hold on to anymore. He left You there. In the same place where he told You the sweet nothings like a soft yet treacherous whisper. The ocean felt so vast as the gigantic waves crashed so hard all over You.

You felt nothing but numbness inside. You wanting to submerge yourself in ice, was the only thing that has been whirling around your mind. There was no way to escape the pain that has been tormenting You for days, leaving You trails of the moments You both shared.

Hell. You have nowhere to go.

It was when everything felt like a blur. You began to ponder, "Perhaps, I was not really good enough. I should have tried even harder. We could have been better for each other."

As You bask yourself in sorrow, all You could hear is the ugly sound of the shards falling right before your eyes.

And that's when you knew how a broken heart could utterly break You, too.

-c.v.