Sunday, December 31, 2006

2 separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent. I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

It's afterwards that only do you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a someone didn't necessarily prove that you loved him. In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

Happy new year to you guys!

All the best in the coming year