Two people go to school together.
He boards the bus everyday at the junction. She boards the bus one stop later. It takes 15 mins to wind around town before the bus gets onto the highway. And then it takes a full half hour before it reaches school from there. Sometimes it takes longer than that if the traffic lights are faulty. For two months they stand next to each other, not talking, only concerned with keeping their balance in the crowded bus. Then a smile. Then a laugh as a sudden halt brings the passengers falling into each other like dominos. A friendship builds based on a common routine life they both share. And as often the case when a certain situation forces two people to have such close contact, two people with similar ideals and complementing personalities, love develops. So innocent, so unguarded, so unexpected to them that it is not realised until two years later when the reality of graduation dawns upon them. Guided by ambition, she makes up her mind to leave. She shares her plans with him and he remains silent. Silent at first, and then he teases, jokes that she should stay. Asks that she stay, and she challenges him, "Why should I?" And he remains silent, but good-natured. The days are numbered, but still he dares not speak. Until the day when she leaves, and the last thing she sees is a message from him, a message that has taken too long… and is now too late.
Two people go to school together.
She enters the lift, her pace unhurried. And just as the doors were closing, he rushes in. She recognises him, because he sits next to her. He smiles and introduces himself confidently. There is time for making friends in a period of twelve weeks. And coincidence proves to be a phenomenon that is deliberated upon over lunch. A friendship builds based on common friends and common experiences. And as often the case when a certain situation forces two people to have such close contact, two people with similar interests but from different backgrounds, friendship develops, and an admiration that is one-sided. So obvious, so guarded as she awaits the end of her days and the reality of graduation dawns upon her again. Driven by adventure, she remembers her decision to leave. She remembers those days four years ago when love did wait. And now she cries for letting it slip away. For love is only a privilege, a privilege not granted upon wanderers like her who lets it slip away.