Alright, I so 1435

I don't seem to be able to write about anything else. Someone's been persistently telling me I'm a hopeless writer obsessed with romantic bullshit. Well...!! You'd know it from there.

I'll make it pretty clear here though that'd mean risking my position in the dark.

The writer in me has gone to pee and the person that I'm has taken over :-)

I like this one girl. I'd have said I love her but since that seems to be the one emotion that the billion couples in the world have for each other I won't call it that. Something tells me, she deserves better :-) And when I figure out what that term should be I'll let you know. For now let's call it "1435".

Yeah, that'd be the name of one of the posts I've written here, and that is for a reason.

http://destini-timed.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-hundred-and-forty-five.html

If you read this and you think this is about you, then it probably must be about you. I can't get enough of you. You might say I could have chosen not to like you. But then you know, it was never about a choice. I was not given a question and two choices,

"Do you want to like her?"

a) YES b) NO

And even if I was to be given the options, I'm not sure I'd have picked "no". You've to know this, there is only one person I'd get up at midnight from my bed and walk a million miles to get a candy for. And it is so totally you.

"And then, when I wanna tell her that I love her, that it really is not about making her mine or having her close to me throughout. That its just about what changes in me when she smiles; about what I feel when I hear she's down, about how desperate I become to hear her laugh again. About knowing myself that I'd get out of bed at midnight and walk a million miles to bring her a candy. About understanding that she will never be mine; that nothing I do will suffice and still being able to do all that. I don't call it sacrifice anymore. And I've not decided about calling it love yet"

It's all you. Totally, completely and beyond all the words can ever say. Call me immature, call me whatever you wanna call me, but I'm so not going to get over you. And all I wanna tell you is, do not ever, ever get yourself in to some trouble that would need someone to get you out of 'coz maybe by then you'd have picked your world and it might not have me in it, and it'd so not be worth being me if I can't get you out of it. Live good.