Sometimes, we seem never be contented of what we have. We were given but we always seek for the best in which sometimes it leads us to miss a satisfying part of our journey. Just like in love, we always set a requirements, we target an ideal, and so where do we end up? We end up hoping that the ones we have left behind still have spaces for us, because the one we thought to be ideal doesn’t seem to see us that way. What an irony? But I guess, that would be the reality.