The rain is pouring so hard that it seems to be crafting a collage of moist, breath and raindrops on the window glass of the bus I am in. I lean my head on the cold window and slowly start to write incomprehensible strokes in random. It all feels so hard for me to breathe as I think of how painful this year has been. I grab my media player, put the earphones on, choose a heartbreak song and gently attempt to sleep. When I open my eyes, I see you standing back in front of me, your long black hair wet, your lavender umbrella closed and your leather jacket hung in your narrow shoulders. My heart pounds fast while you sit down. In an unprecedented manner, my tears start to roll down my weary cheeks when you lean your head in that window glass identical to mine. You are there with your heart I can't read and I am here only inches away from you, with my heart on its subtle unrest. We are closest than we ever were for months but yet, you still seem to be a world apart from me. The engines of the bus start to roll and I'm already breathing harder. And as the bus begins to move, I am left to realize that the bus will not just be leaving this town but it will leave that very delicate thing that we had between the two of us. We are on the same and on the same journey but I brought my heart and you left yours. We are going, however, to a different destinations. We are finally free from our own illusions.#