It's that one message you're waiting for in the midst of so many others that arrive, which doesn't show up. Not yesterday, not today and you know not tomorrow as well.
It's that one call you await for which is eclipsed by random airtel calls or friends whom you don't really want to talk to at that very moment. And that call never appears.
It's that one hope you harbour or have the courage to dream about that slowly fades away. And you watch it fade away.
It's that one wish you so want to come true, the one that you're fighting your gut against, the one that you know will ultimately never come true.


It's that one cycle of expectations you swear you will never become a part of, only to conform yet again.
It's that one set of emotions you keep stashed away for the "perfect day", only to bring it all out, feel vulnerable, and see them crash like the pile of precious crockery we keep inside our glass cupboards.
It's that risk you thought you'd take, the time you thought you'd be brave, only to realize how foolish you've been all along.
It's that one moment you warned yourself about, only to see you go through it again, see yourself crumble, see yourself still hold on, and see yourself lie there all alone.


It's that one message, that one call, that one hope, that one dream, that one moment, that one desire, that one emotion, that one expectation to help pick up your broken pieces off the floor that never made it. 


And never really will.