“Have you ever attached in long term with someone that you no longer talk to?” “I do. But it started to become a burden on his shoulder when I put a glimpse of expectation that barely can be seen.” “What can be a burden when you are not even meeting each other?” “Hope.” “That’s what we called love, lady.” If I heard this word five years ago, I would sarcastically smile and disagree at all. But I realise that I am no longer a teenager and love is actually… existed. It just exist in numerous different ways. Last night, I received a call from a good friend of mine during matriculation year, G, that currently living somewhere in Spain. 10504km away from Malaysia, with 6 hours ahead. She shows me a glance of her apartment surrounded with construction in the middle of the city that I’m not familiar with while eating prawn salad, casually pick up from where we left off 2 years ago. It’s mind blown on how fate take her to, far from her own plan and expectation. And of course, better...