"She left me", he wailed, remorse and regret engulfed him, giving him an aura, pale; almost making the senses repel his very being. Years, he said it took him to realize the absence of her in his life, making the descent quite bumpy and ignorant. Descending, he never could comprehend. Older and wiser, he felt but time was something he had wasted and disrespected, he cried again at the very thought of it. "How do I go back to her" he wondered. Approaching her was in itself was a demanding exercise for the one who felt absolutely nothing when she left had left him. He shuddered, on what awaited him in the future, it seemed meaningless, the existence without her. Myopia had consumed him, the realization hit him. Past pursuits now put him to shame he felt. He had hit upon, hard times like this bouncing back to his everyday life. This time he knew, it was here to stay for good. Nightmares filled the voids of his otherwise peaceful sleep, most of the time she leaving him in all the ways she could, giving him a glimpse of his creativity. He had to get back to his normal self, who looked like a distant cousin, unseen and absconding for years!

He had to wake up, startled and disturbed. He wanted to get back to her, fall at her feet, worship her as he did as a 14 year old. He smiled, went up to the attic, picked the dusted book. Reunited and rejuvenated he resigned from his activities the next day.