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The piece of my heart got broken the day she said it is all over; My sojourn journey to meet her she said she can't keep up to any longer. The word struck me like that of a "colossal tsunami' when she said she has had enough of all the time together. The pain I put her through in the name of Love and Serenity, she never counted as some folks would. She loved me even when my attitude towards her was not aright. I lied to her on countless occasions, by making promises of forever abode with her, yet she counted it as part of me that needs redemption. it's barely three Months ever since I left the scorching sun of my dearly beloved country Nigeria to Sao Paulo from Curitiba in brazil to see if I can spice up the lost romance in my endangered relationship to embrace the aura that surrounds the seemingly obvious gorgeousness. ''What an aura, what a picturesque view of glamour.'' Dera, as I call her is an emblem of beauty, her pulchritude is beyond comparison. The ethereal palette of its daybreak and the quietude that she surrounds me with, awestruck all of my emotions. She is the perfect description of an American dream. She had seen the best of my good days vanished to the emptiness of my broken dreams yet she loved me beyond. All she has ever wanted is my happiness. On that unfaithful Friday night, she saw me naked to the films of my rejection, she looked at me with love. Even when I stood perplexed from my bed of guilt, holding the almost expired Visa passport, yet she hugged me reminding me of our inevitable fate. I briskly reminded her of how bad I have hurt her by not being grateful for her enormous sacrifices, she grimaced; I thought it's all over, yet my bruises, rejections betrayals and hurts earned me an unmerited gift, a goodbye kiss. it was magical but she grinned and said I am leaving. Lost in the totality of her guided words, I rushed to hold her portmanteau but it was obvious that nothing would bring us back to each other's embrace. I packed my luggage with the hope she would wait for me at the train station but to the very shock of my marrow, she is nowhere to be found. I searched for Dera down the milky way of Curitiba to every corner of Sao Paulo resorts but she was nowhere to be seen. The train transit was loud but I heard nothing other than the echoes of her Love. What a Beautiful City in a beautiful country! Alas o' Dera! My joy and happiness in a faraway land. Throughout the packing and boarding, I thought I would still see my Dera when I get to Nigeria; But on arrival, I realized that all hope of seeing her are all imaginary. Dera has taken a leap into the unknown. Where is my dearest? where is her warmness, where are the choirs of her upbeat birds that sing melodiously? where is her subtle breeze? where are the colorful butterflies that seem to be fluttering around her? all has become a figment of my imagination. Years passed without the sight of Dera...Finally, the reality is dawn in my heart that Dera has taken a leap into the unknown and all I am left with are the memories of the pleasures and beatitude she once saturated me with.