Sometimes in our life we continue to wish for things that we know won't happen ever.
And that's exactly what my case is, I'm hanging on a thin thread of hope. That does not even exist. Unconsciously I continue to hope for things those were never mine.
Well might be that's why I'm still living in my past instead of enjoying the present I have.
"Hey Alice?" Mel asked once again as she waved her hand in front of me.
"Alice?" I asked her with a quizzical expression. Because she did not use to call me that well no one did, now.
"Of course, You are Alicia, and as I were thinking Alice seems more dreamy than Al, so I thought that I should call you Alice better," She hysterically waved her hands here and there as she continued to talk and talk.
I kept on nodding to her even though I was no more listening. I continued to look around for Jasmine as she was nowhere near us.