Am I asking for too much or am I asking for the world.

I have nothing much to say. Most days I am flooded with work and the rare days that I am not I am bored to death. Like there is only so much I can talk to the people around me in office. But then I made peace with this a while back until I actually met a couple of almost like minded people or maybe I just thought that I did. Whatever that was it suited my desire for friendship or companionship for a year and a half and how? Now that all of that is gone there is this big empty void and to tell you the truth when I am the busiest I even forget someone existed when suddenly something or anything will remind me of him but it is never ever that depressing, down in the pits, by no means ending darkness feeling. It is just that okay so that was it and maybe we will never meet again and it is so hard to believe that feeling.
I dream a lot and sometimes I give myself the luxury of thinking of an us but I also know it won’t happen. Then I don’t dream of him. I dream of sunny beaches, clear blue skies, orange sunsets, new friendly faces, a library with lots of books, my could be future cubby hole cum study cum bedroom, a bicycle maybe that I’ll ride around in the campus, the phone calls to Ma, seminars and interactions with funky people from the industry, papers to write and that minor thesis I will submit and then I dream of graduation and possibly that tiny tiny chance that I might land up with a job there and my own teeny meeny studio apartment, working hard, paying off that loan, then visits by Ma and we are happy just travelling around, I am happy so she is happy and once in a million I think off meeting someone new. Sigh! Am I asking for too much or am I asking for the world.