I was there. I saw the start of their beginning. And I saw the hints of the end. But when he told me that the end had arrived, I could not believe my ears. And now that he is doing his best to fight the ending that has come, I can’t help but feel for him. I want to tell him that he is wasting his time, his energy. But he needs to fight this fight. Its the only way he can breathe and live. I can tell him that it is hopeless. But one cannot live without Hope. Not even when we already know otherwise. And so he will keep trying. I wonder if I will ever find a love that deep that I will be willing to live a life of delusions.