False illusion

As the days pass by and the hours fade away, more minutes come and seconds die out, I have been keeping my temperament about my "not anymore" secret. All things of this world look like as if they were not ever existed for me.

It has been a very long and dry one whole year, all alone. Dieing with people whom you love is being lucky, but given the ability of living with people who love you is extremely rare. Love is like that only. The person who gets it is always wary of loosing it and the person who not been lucky enough to encounter love in his/her life, it becomes extremely difficult to make it stay in your life if you do have your career goals with huge potential expectation from yourself.
Life doesn't give you any second chance to do any one single action or be a part of an event. Each day is the curtain raiser with full show crowd.

In crux, year might have passed, another year will get through, and years might go through, I ll still be yours.