Have you ever felt what it is when you aren't really waiting for someone you love deeply but have lived with him in your mind for as long you know?

Riya & Sameer had known nothing but deep love for each other, the kind of love people wrote poems about. 12 years after a fateful night, Riya is living her life in a small town of Maine in the US. For 12 years she had been picking the pieces of her life that Sameer had broken and tucking it in the deepest corners of her heart. Her life revolves around a set routine that she has come to love. In an unguarded moment of her disciplined life, everything that she had carefully tucked away comes exploding out.

To what extent will she let the explosion affect her life?

Does a span of 12 years change the deepest feelings as it changes the person?

Does the heart succumb to those moments which you have lived in your mind countless times in the hope of them happening someday?