He thought he was too childish for a relationship. But he liked keeping his options open. Back then, for him the worst thing that could happen to anyone was to be not sure about their love. Today, it is not to have loved at all. It was better to be in doubt than not being in it at all. It was true. He wasn’t sure whether he was in love or not, and if he was then who was it? 'I wonder what people talk so much about in a relationship', he said before. If you ask him the same thing now, he would prefer talking about how screwed up he is at work, than answering the question. We were asked by him then about how long the conversation would go. Now we ask him how many times the same conversation would go on. You find people hiding under the blanket one day, going to the terrace the next day or maybe sitting in a corner of a courtyard on another day. We find him under the blanket, on the terrace and in the corner of a courtyard all in one day. Those were the days when we would hear him say, “I like them…..I like her…..” All we hear now is, “I love her…. I love her not….She loves me….She loves me not….They love me….they love me not….I love them…..I love them not…..” Time is the cure for love, or is it an overdose.