I miss you. I’m sorry.
- 1st November
2011 - 01
- 1st November
2011 - 01
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.― Mignon McLaughlin, The Complete Neurotic’s Notebook(Source: justbesplendid)
- 1st November
2011 - 01
(Source: c-r-a-z-e-d-d, via rosevawdrey)
- 7th October
2011 - 07
(Source: toxicteens)
- 7th October
2011 - 07
This is how the rain looks like when you’re up there.
- 7th October
2011 - 07
Right now, at this very moment, all I want to do is sit across from you and talk about life and when we run out of topics, we could just hold hands because that would be enough. But you’re not here and we can’t talk face to face because miles separate us. Well I can smell these flowers you sent, or look at pictures from before, but I can’t wrap my arms around a moment in time. So I sit and think of what we will do when I finally see you again. All I really want to do is enjoy each others company and maybe watch a movie or two about falling in love and growing old together. And maybe you and I could fall in love and grow old together, too and I want to take a lifetime to memorize your face.
- 7th October
2011 - 07
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain, You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you ~Rabindranath Tagore
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
Translated by William Radice
- 3rd October
2011 - 03
- 26th September
2011 - 26
So here’s another gazillionth reason why she’s the amazing, sweetest thing on the planet. She turns up at work - completely taking me by surprise - bringing me a bagel sandwich and an ice cold frap from Starbucks.
All coz I was lamenting to her earlier about how I was feeling ill and exhausted.
GODDAMN I love this girl!!!
P.S. The picture above is the aftermath of the deliciousness that was the sandwich. I should have had the sense to take the picture of the sandwich, but really, it was too yummy and it was gone before I knew it. At least I was level-headed enough to get a shot of the frap. But that too, has finished.
Man, I miss her.

