At a dinner party where every table is enjoying themselves except for one, That table. That table over there, which is reserved for those who call themselves VIP. Where everyone’s attention is centered; where the finest are seated. That table almost everyone wanted to belong to. Everyone. Except for those two. There they sat. Seated face to face, although they’re no longer together they looked at each other as if that time they spent apart didn’t exist. They have different partners now. She with his best friend and he with an older woman. She sits there quietly, looking at those eyes that only sees her. Eyes that once were hers. He stares back. He couldn’t look away. He tried yet failed. He remembered the time when they were still together. It brought tears to his eyes. He was hurt. He was left behind. He got up as the tears flooded his eyes, he didn’t let her see it But she knew. She went to follow him in the terrace. He had his back turned against her. She ran to him and hugged him from behind. He turned around and hugged her back. Tight. Tighter. She could barely breathe. Nevertheless, it comforted her. As she gasped for air it seemed as if she were gasping for his lost love. He suddenly pulled away. Her voice cracked “I did it for you.” He said, “It’s not what I want.” She stared at him, stunned and teary eyed. "It was what you needed." “Don’t tell me what I need. I needed you and you left me.” “I couldn’t give all of me, not while I was still broken. Don't you understand? What good am I to you broken?” And then they were silent. This was their stolen moment. It was rightfully theirs and yet it was not. “We have to go, hon” the other woman said to him. He was standing in the middle of the crossroad. He had two choices, to stay or to leave, but like a blind man -- he left. As he walked away from his past and put his hands on the shoulder of his future, She mournfully thought as she watched them walk out: “He couldn’t understand. Impossible.” | 
