We both like eggs,double fried or should i say liked..and Ricky martin and swearing.no ..not at each other but then things reached such a point that we were hissing more than kissing.Fight,make up, fight again and make up..Whew! tiring huh? You bet! Where there was so much intensity, so much passion it is kind of expected.Isn't it? But then the books all lie i guess.Sometimes love is not enough.Trust me it just takes all the stuffing out of you.Leaving you absolutely drained.He calls it drained and strained..I call it sheer exhaustuion.Just can't take it anymore.
Been a couple of months.He said we can be friends can't we?After all we are adults.But then like that old number ..baby! I JUST LOVE YOU TOO MUCH TO EVER START LIKING YOU.How can i just shake yor hand if i run into you,make small talk and then just say that it was just nice meeting you after so long and move on.And try sooo hard not to look back to see your retreating back and feel crushed when you don't turn back not.. even once.
IT wasn't that bad probably all the shouting and the tears and the rage and the tenderness that would invariably follow.Because that's what i miss the most.Your concern, your over protective ways even your possessiveness and your tantrums.And all i want to do everyday is run to you and say come let's stop all this nonsense and start all over again.Whatever we had,good, bad ,ugly was atleast ours.You and me.Together we made an us.
But pride is too hard to swallow.I might swallow pills everyday to get a night's sleep but don't expect me to tell you that.I go and cry over the bathroom basin every now and then.I know your morning routine.I know how many cigarettes you smoke each day and whatyou smell like after you have just showered.I smell your cologne at times on street corners.I miss hearing your voice ,the last thing at night. I miss your sudden hugs and your off tune voice singing along with your favourite song. I miss your warm vital touch, your nagging,your smile ,that cleft on your chin and the widow's peak..All said and done i miss your love.
But i'll move on.Because you want me to.Little girls grow up and big girls don't cry.And when i run into you a couple of months later probably i won't even bother to turn back.But as for now ..i still hope that you'll come back.