I stared at the empty notebook lying on my desk. What was it that we wanted to do? We always talked about the future and fantasized so many plans about it. Is this all really just a dream?

I took out a pen and opened the notebook, tears started flowing down my face. It’s all empty. I threw the notebook off the table. Where are we going? I’m trying my best. Why is it still empty. It seems like everything we did, just brought us back to page one of an empty notebook.

All the dreams we had, felt so far away. I thought I was so serious in writing this story of ours, but one fine day it dawned upon me that the notebook was just empty. What have I been writing all along?

I guess he couldn’t hear my pleas anymore. I shouted out to him so loudly, but he didn’t hear me. He turned and walked away, and I’m left all alone here, just me and an empty notebook.