Standing on the pedestal of success, blinded by the glittering lights of fame, caressed by the heavenly comforts, I never knew when I forgot you. When the dream disappeared, as it always does, I found myself lonely on the street in the company of pebbles and stones. “Where did it all go?” was my first question. As I trembled, cried, and shrieked, I looked at the ground in despair and then eventually asked, “where did you go?”. It was then I realized someone was still holding my finger. I didn’t look up since I was ashamed to look into your eyes.