today was warm and fuzzzy...like liquid chocolate...like sunshine says...sorry,had to borrow the phrase...when i was all angry and huffing and puffing he simply held my hand and said he'd go home with me...that's when i thought,i was home already...we had coffee and chocolate...talked about oil massages[still dying of curiosity]...when did i get so involved?but no,question is,why didn't i get involved earlier?what have i been fucking around all these years for?nothing.zilch.but it's all good.i could write a story.a happy,chirpy,stupidly silly romance about a 4-year-old man-child and the lady.the beautiful girl...who became beautiful when he looked at her.do you have a matchbox?yes,for my sake,he did.and that's what mattered.i am smiling all the time now.but that's because i am a mirror.and so is he.
mistakes happen.we are all human.that's what u told me sunshine.forgive me.i analysed wrongly.i had no right.now i feel so low.like a creepy-crawly.fuck fuck fuck.i'm sorry.
i had vowed i'd never be hungry again.but i can't help it.i have an insatiable craving for food.sheepish grin.we shall have gulab jamuns tomorrow.promise.