She went to bed thinking about him, again… Pillow was wet, again.. Tears were flowing like an overflowing river wreaking havoc in a village.. His attitude towards her was reverberating in her mind.. Her heart was in pain.. Was this the guy she loved? Actually, scratch that. Is this the guy she loves? Her mind was going back to the time when he once confessed his love for her. That day. Saturday. She was all alone in her home. He said it. He said he loved her. She replied. She was also in love with him. She had always been… But, today, he said the meanest things to her. Her love, her care and her anger over his indifference were termed as ‘fake’. She was in splits. Why was he behaving like this? Is this the guy who once said he will not let her leave him? Is he the guy who made every possible move to show her that he loves her more than anything and anyone in this world? They both had their differences. Big differences. But they always fought against those differences to be with each other. To love each other… But today, he has made it clear that he is there no more. He has made it clear that he will move on. But he is not owning up to it. He is blaming her. And she… She is wondering why was her love not enough to show him that he is her everything?