I'd never forget the way you looked in that black coat.

The way you looked when you stepped out of the taxi. Slightly taken aback at the unfamiliar surroundings, then comforted by the sight of-


Oh yes. I'll never forget that look on your face either, the way your whole face just suddenly became so much the more brighter and full of happy life. It was at that point in my life I asked myself the question I had avoided for far too long.

Were you ever going to notice me?

The answer was made clear a few moments after that, when you walked past me without even glancing at my face, brushing my arm insignificantly with your handbag. There was nothing in your movement which said to me you remembered me from High School debating, athletics or even english class.

My mind had been right all along. There was no chance in the world you could have loved me.

But my situation was so different. I had loved you the very moment I had first laid eyes on you. Everything about you was just so lovely, so perfect. Your smile almost had me in tears. When you smiled, it seemed nothing in the world could be as beautiful as when something made you laugh. You never said a rotten word about anybody. I don't know why you weren't the most popular girl in the school, because you damn well should've been.

You never ignored me, oh no, far from it. You talked to everyone like they were all equal. There was no ladder, no standings or rankings in your eyes. You had a natural gift of being able to speak to anyone as well as anyone else.

The way I spoke about you worried my friends. I never was much of a poet in high school. They always told me you were out of my league. There are times when you hate it when your friends are right. Those were one of them.

But you just walked into the hotel, two years later, unaware of any of these things. You, arm in arm with your boyfriend, no doubt living one of the happiest lives on earth, without me.

But now I don't have anymore time to think about these things. A few people I have never met before have just come up to me. They're asking me if I could sign their copies of my book. Rob Herring? They're saying. Everybody loves your work. We cannot believe we're meeting you. We are so excited, they're saying. I'm signing them now, I'm smiling and talking to them about myself. As your elevator door closes, I'm saying farewell to my newfound friends, and as I take one last look at the elevator door which had just, unknowingly, closed the first half of my life, I signal to the bellboy to bring me my luggage for check-out.

"I am hoping your stay here was satisfactory, sir?"

"Oh yes. Very much so."

"It was a shame for you to leave so early, the scent of spring is just about to engulf us."

"Well, there are things to be done, and things to sacrifice for those doings, my friend."

"Those are some very nice words, sir, I bid you good travel home."

"Thank you."

As I look back on the hotel from the window of my taxi, I knew I would never be back to stay there ever again. Because it was there that I learnt the lesson of my life. It was there that I learnt dreams are not things that would always come true.

It was there that I learnt that there were some things in this world that were never meant to be, things that could never be materialised or made come to life, because they simply weren't needed.

There were other things to do. And like any normal, heartbroken man would do in such a situation, I smiled.

Because for once in my life, I was happy.