I used to write about us. Our love. Our romance. The time we spent together. Our opinions about people and things. Our perceptions about life. Our expectations and focus.  What I wrote about, always came from the happenings of the time we spent in each others’ company. And then it all came to an end. I suddenly didn’t have enough to write about because I stopped seeing him. He yet is there as an important part of my life. We yet love each other the same, and he yet stands by me as the solid rock I can hold on to and rely upon unquestioningly. But now we both seem to have priorities. WORK, CAREER, SUCCESS. On any other day, I would have wanted him to work very hard at his workplace and attain great success in life. I would have wanted him to do so well in life that makes me all the more proud of being HIS girl. But then I realize that all these accomplishments in life come with a very high price. The price of not seeing each other for months in a row. The price of not talking enough to each other every night. The price that you unknowingly choose to sleep than talk how the day went because you are just left so fatigued after a long day. We never end up doing a cost benefit analysis, so as to say. We just inadvertently jump into this rat race. And then, a few years down the line wonder where all that love died down. The ominous love, for which we once fought our parents and the conventional society. The love that all those fairy tale books say help move mountains. And the love for which once I would have done anything, just to spend a few more moments on his side....