I was sitting nervously at the restaurant waiting for Emma. It was the first time in a while that she called me to meet herself. Everything felt so one sided till now, so I felt good that we were getting more progress. I was thinking of was to let her know that, running lines in my head "looks like someone is finally free", "thanks for taking the initiative", "I was glad to hear from you" but I was bot sure which lines would be more apt in this situation. As she entered the room, I could smell her from a distance. Her perfume's fragrance was something I was fond of. She sat there looking at me. I was looking at her face, her half open lips. Her lower lip looked like a slice of an orange not too thick but more like a natural pout. There was something off about her. I could tell as I was good at reading people. It was a defence mechanism I learnt in school to avoid getting isolated or socially boycotted. She looked at me right into my eyes and said that things were not working out. "I met someone else, she said. Someone who can give me what you never did! Time and love." I was shocked, time i understand "but if she could not see my love for her, it must be my own fault" I thought. As I walked out I was more determined than ever to complete that time machine and go back to fix things.