space for one, there'll be none

now that it has all ended, 

the euphoria not yet faded,

it leaves you jaded, yet wanting more.

alike any other manchester united fan on thursday morning, the day couldn't have started off any better. 

a victory over the opponent for the night,

one that commemorated a certain 50th anniversary,

nine years since the previous triumph, 

only the third in it's history. 

fate, they say, Sir said too.

it could have happened to us, but it didn't, and that was how it ended.

and at the end, it just struck me how human they are too.

tears of joy and anguish, both washed away leaving their expression duly exposed for the world to see.

Men, cried.

their exact joy and pain belongs to them and them only not matter how attached one may seem to be.

a view from the sidelines, i tell you that that is all i could have done, that is all i can do and it ends right there.

it has been some time since my life revolved around 4 quarters, or terms as they call it.

now, out of it and serving the nation. 

but aware that the 2nd quarter of the year has ended, i know that this might be the end for now. 

it is the last, for now, but not forever.

with my close friends being actively involved in sports teams, it's inevitable that i learn their trade and get into it as much as i can, though heavily involved in a performing arts group myself. 

but there still is a line, that can't be crossed.

articles that i read, opinions that i've heard of my school never fails to garner some sort of reaction within myself, good or bad. 

a place that i've been a part of, though rather insignificantly as compared to the role it has played in my life.  

it never fails.

there's no denying that i'm still pretty much attached to the institution that has been part of almost a third of my life, so far.

the friends i've made, the times i've had, the work i've done(or the lack of it), the teachers i've seen, they're never enough.

things change over time.

luckily there ain't penalties in this to decide if they stay or go.

the gold medals that i was so used to across the road in the early stages,

times were never the same later on.

one thing i hope that doesn't change is one that's intangible.

one that has made me curse and swear at the leaders of the school, questioning their purpose - i made a girl cry, it does result in the surfacing of the worse of me at times.

while at the same time,

one that can make me smile and believe that all's good and it's still around.

it must not go.

they may have been the last that i see for some time, but certainly not the last.

too bad so sad, and as Cantona said, Losers go home. 

well yeah, winners too.

call it mystery or anything, just as long as you'll call me.