By Hedda Tady  There are times in our lives when we wished and hoped to share in someone’s life, wished to know who they are when the crowd walks away and there is just four pairs of eyes that watch each other in the darkness. But sometimes, the wishes remain just that - wishes.  We retrace our steps, back to where we were when we started dreaming...hoping.... we walk as slowly as we can, lest our broken heart falls piece by piece on the ground and we step on our shattered self. Nothing to blame, no one to hate, just you and your broken pieces. And that is how it should be. No questions to ask, you have already asked them all. And even if you never got the answers you sought after, that is not what matters.  For now, there is just you. And you are alone. And there, on the ground are shards of a self and your task is to put them back together, though you know, they will never feel whole again. But such is the reality of life, of love, of taking risks because we all make ch...