Lessons learnt from horror/gore movies.

You may just survive if you learn from others mistakes:

• Never try to be adventurous. It always results in death.
• Don't befriend other tourists. They are like magnets for trouble and generally die anyways!
• Stop sharing your life history with random people.
• Don't poke your nose in other peoples business. It only results in death!
• If someone says what you saw or heard was unreal then consider them dead. Believe in only and only yourself.
• Always travel to where the majority goes to. You deviate, you die!
• Never follow or try to find out the source of sounds. Curiosity kills the cat.
• Never travel in groups. Only one person survives.
• Stop dividing into smaller groups. It's easier for the killer(s) to get rid of you.
• Don't bother fighting your death at the hands of a serial killer. The death is always the worst for such people coz you piss them off.
• Never ignore rumours or be an idiot and laugh at them. They always end up carrying an amount of truth in them.
• You're bound to get killed if someone you know had a past near death experience at the hands of a serial killer.
• The person you get intimate with is 90% of the times the killer!
• Dress properly when travelling. You don't wanna die dressed as a hobo.
• Those who talk the most/are annoying die first.
• Always be prepared for an attack. If you travel without even so much as a pair of scissors you're a dead duck!
• Don't just check into a motel. Explore the room for cameras/hidden doors.
• If the person at the reception looks creepy he probably is.
• Always let someone know where you are.
• Don't even bother carrying a cell phone, it never works when you need it to.
• There's no point in hiding. You get found anyway!
• Stop acting like you don't believe in God/religion/prayers.
• Don't be skeptical when someone chants/recites prayers. They're always the ones you run back to to save your ass.
• Don't ignore crazy people's advice. They're trying to do you a favour.
• When a stranger in a foreign country shows interest in you, you will die!
• Europeans & Americans are generally the psychopaths. Beware!
• Always do research before moving into a new house. It could very well be haunted.
• If the family consists of few members, it's sheer stupidity to move into a huge house. Majority of people in large houses die more than those in small ones.
• Stop going to secluded places.
• Especially stop going to secluded places to make out. Get a room like normal people!
• Wait till the killer's dead THEN make out if you want to.
• Besides, the couple that makes out the most die first.
• Just because you've been through a traumatic experience doesn't mean you become weirder and bitchier than you were before. It's no one's fault your life sucks!
• Stop saying everything's going to be alright. Creating such false hopes is worse than death!
• The most important lesson though is, don't help anyone in trouble. The helpers ALWAYS die.

You know you're in Hyderabad when....

You know you're in Hyderabad when....

• The licence plates read AP.
• You hear words like potta, potti, mama, ra, yaaron, chicha, khallah, mama.
• Guys hit on any girl not caring if she's single or committed.
• When an accident takes place everyone must stop and stare sometimes even park the cars and watch rather than actually help.
• The traffic cops are useless and cause more traffic jams.
• Ramoji film city is the poor man's version of Universal studios.
• Secunderabad is not considered as a part of Hyderabad.
• Every family is associated to someone in the Gulf/US/UK.
• Reddy, Srinivas and Mohammed are every other persons name.
• Even when faced with a crisis everyone's laid back.
• Rules are meant to be broken!
• The auto drivers always try to rip you off.
• Girls get harassed no matter what they wear.
• Girls generally look starved. Kareena copied THEM!
• Almost every weekend you must eat out.
• Since there's no beach the public gets cozy near Necklace road/Tank bund.
• Goats feet, intestines, brain, kidneys, liver, minced meat are eaten for breakfast.
• Any good news calls for a 'treat'/party.
• The boys can stay out all night with their friends but the girls can't even hang out with theirs regularly during the day.
• If a Muslim boy wants to meet up with his Muslim girlfriend during the courtship days, he's accompanied by one friend and she by anything above 3.
• Biryani's sold at almost every corner.
• There's a bandh every few months.
• Osmania University students have nothing better to do than protest and create riots.
• Politicians are never seen nor heard.
• Every local bus is over flowing with people.
• Vegetarians are scorned for not eating meat!
• People starve themselves all day to hog before attending a function.
• Women cover their heads during the Azaan while watching TV.
• Every other person's an Engineer/Doctor/BPO Employee.
• No matter what, you're always right!
• Everyone has an ego problem.
• No woman is out of your league!
• The more gawdy you look, the more beautiful you look.
• The public is too helpful for their own good. Detailed instructions are given when asked for directions. E.G. Go straight, take a left, then there will be two lanes, don't take the fat one take the skinny lane that looks like it's for two wheelers, after that take the first left next to Kanchan shop then keep going straight and then you'll come to a dead end. Before the dead end is another right and from there you need to take another right and you'll have reached XYZ place.

You know you're in Kerala when...

You know you're in Kerala when...

• The licence plates read KL.
• Every word has more than 3 syllables.
• Words are spelled differently and pronounced differently.
• Every road leads to a beach.
• Bananas come in 4-5 different varieties.
• You don't just peel and eat the bananas, you make fritters, chips, cakes, curry and many more things out of them.
• Everyone has curly/wavy hair.
• Oiling your hair is second to compulsion.
• The women generally tie their hair in half making it look poofy.
• The men sport mustaches (you're not considered a man if you don't).
• Everyone speaks too fast.
• If you don't know how to pronounce a certain place, remember the first syllable and murmur the rest.
• The lanes are narrow but still folks use it as a two way lane.
• Every other house either has a banana tree or a palm tree with coconuts.
• Despite getting bananas everywhere they're still sold in shops by the dozens.
• Everything is cooked in or with some form of coconuts.
• It's always hot!
• Everyone knows someone who has been to or is in Dubai/Sharjah/Gulf countries.
• Every other shop is a bakery.
• Every other person is an Engineer.
• Family go to pubs together.
• Everyone does yoga/teaches it.
• People openly stare if a girl is wearing jeans and a top other than a kurti.
• Majority of women are either busty/big hipped.
• Every bank offers gold loan.
• The people are very hospitable.
• There are only a handful of places where the 'young' crowd can hangout. (That's flooded with families too!)
• Talcum powder's used as foundation.
• People are either too skinny/overweight.
• Every other billboard has Mohan Lal/Mamooty either promoting their movies/advertising a product.
• By 10 the city looks like a ghost town.
• Everyone's educated and has a minimum of 2degrees/diplomas.
• Men don't mind being seen in colorful lungis with jazzy patterns and blinding colours.
• The rice is different than normal rice.
• Seafood's easily available. (Penguins and Polar bears need to migrate to India's coastal areas!)
• Everyone develops too fast but looks younger than their age eventually. They literally stop ageing!

You know you're in Delhi when....

I was sitting idle yesterday and came up with the 'You know you're in' series. These are supposed to be about my take on a particular city.

Will add more when I remember. None of the stuff I write in these series is to offend anyone, it's to be taken with a pinch of salt and a whole lot of chuckles.

You know you're in Delhi when....

• The licence plates read DL.
• People on two wheelers wear helmets.
• Even the maid dresses up.
• Anything within an hours distance in considered near.
• Momo's are the 'chaat' substitutes.
• Cold weather is anything below minus degrees otherwise the weather's pleasant.
• You can't tell the difference in accents between those from Haryana, Punjab, Delhi, etc. Yet you're expected to know!
• Chole/Puri and other heavy stuff is considered a snack.
• Dairy products are used like water.
• The radio stations sound better than your own personal collections of songs.
• Chicken dishes are a must in every meal.
• Weddings are extremely lavish.
• There are more shopping places/malls than people.
• People power walk/exercise in monumental places like Humayun's tomb.
• Words rhyme. E.G. Chai vai, dolay sholay, high fi, etc.
• Toilet paper is available everywhere but people choose not to flush!
• Everyone is stylish.
• People only wear branded stuff.
• Most of these branded clothes are bought at street side places.
• Everyone sun bathes.
• Majority of the girls are no more than 5'4.
• It's always about showing off. Cars, clothes, houses.
• The words yaar and dikath are used in almost all sentences.

Calvin & Hobbes

I hold you in my arms watching you sleep,

Feeling your breath against my cheek.

I feel your heart beat against mine,

I hold your hands feeling them intertwine.

I feel overwhelmed with sudden love.

You look so innocent and pure like a dove.

I watch you sleep peacefully like a baby,

There's no chance of us being together not even a maybe.

I feel a tear trickle down my cheek,

I don't know when again it is we will meet.

Will my feelings be as strong as now?

I wish I could know this somehow.

I hold you in my arms protecting you from harm,

I can feel your love spreading through me keeping me warm.

You will wake up soon and not know,

My feelings for you which I never show.

You're not just my buddy but my best friend,

Don't ever leave me coz I can't bear the end.

High in the sky.

A little something I came across which I had written when I was on my way to Delhi.

I am reminded of my childhood while I sit thousands of feet above the sky. Through my window I see people and buildings turn into microscopic objects. I do but the obvious yet impossible. I try to find my house in the clutter of buildings. Having failed in doing so I try to find anything I can identify. Of course I can't!

I see my beautiful city with amazement as I leave it to visit another. The earth below me looks so colourful like a quilt. Patches of green, grey, brown and red look up at me. On my side I see the sky turn from grey to white then blue and then dark blue.

I always look at the mysterious sky wondering how would it be if us humans hadn't explored and conquered it. The clouds look so perfectly placed below the horizon making me remember the games I played looking at the friendly replicas of cotton. They take different shapes and sizes as some merge into each other while some wander off. Each time I look at the horizon I feel blessed to be alive and fortunate to experience God's beauty.

Hyderabad.

The skkkkyyyyyyy!

The almighty sun!
A weird shape in the clouds...What does it look like?

Look at the shadow of the cloud!

Landing.

Delhi

Delhi again.

A Letter To A Bastard

Dear Bastard,

I’m writing this letter to you not because I miss you or that I have too much time on my hands. But it’s because I hate you. I hate you so much I regret not being able to tell you this when I had the chance and get it off my chest. The question you may be asking yourself at this point is why do I hate you so much? Oh, dear Asshole, there are many reasons. But before I get into that, I wanted to thank you first.

Thank you so much for fucking with my head, ignoring me, disrespecting my family, treating me like shit and then having the nerve to be pissed off at me. I thank you because all these days I was feeling horrible about losing a friend and someone who was special to me. But you pulling this stunt has made me realize that it took this incident to make me understand what kind of a jerk you really are.

To think that I wasted time and energy sitting around moping for days wondering what the fuck happened to you. Then it hit me that you don’t want to do anything with me because you’re a jealous prick. You’ve cut me out of your life and blocked me. You didn’t have to treat me like shit if you wanted to do that. Just saying you don’t want to talk was enough. It’s not like I would have stalked you. I suppose this is what cowards do. Run away from a confrontation and hide like little sissies!

I was supposed to be your best friend! It’s amazing how this so called best friend is someone you can just cut off without an explanation or a reason. You ‘love’ them and pretend like you’re the victim in all this when in reality you are the cause for all this misery.

It’s sad that you don’t realize the value of a friend and even worse that you would let something like ego come in the way of holding on to something that was true. I was amongst the few who genuinely cared for you. But you made sure I changed my mind about that. Thank you for that too. Because now I don’t give a flying fuck about what you do.

If you can’t stand to see me happy, me in love, me enjoying myself then fuck off.

Btw, I am done waiting around for you to stop being menopausal. I am done with your mood swings that you have like a little bitch. I did all that I could as your friend and now no more. Fuck you and fuck your so called love with conditions. You were only being nice to me and being by my side because you expected something out of all this. For me to end up with you.

You’re an idiot for thinking that! I hope you get all that you want in life and stop acting like you’ve been raped and violated. I did nothing to screw around with you. In fact, I was so honest more than what your other little sluts from your man whore days were.

I have already deleted anything that reminds me of you so don’t flatter yourself by thinking you’re the only one who did that. You really don’t deserve someone like me in your life. You don’t even deserve my hatred and with time I’ll stop that too. Go fuck yourself because eventually my memories of you will fade and you’ll just be remembered as another dick head who I came across who couldn’t get me and wasn’t man enough to face me when I rejected his sorry ass!

Regards,

An ex-friend

Romeo & Juliet!

I was talking to my friend Akshay today over the phone when the conversation turned into nonsense (quite a common trend with me.) During the course of our pointless conversation I made up a short story on the Spoken Phonetic Alphabet.

I now share my story with you all. :)

First, the Spoken Phonetic Alphabets for those who don't know:

Alpha

Bravo

Charlie

Delta

Echo

Foxtrot

Golf

Hotel

India

Juliet

Kilo

Lima

Mike

November

Oscar

Papa

Quebec

Romeo

Sierra

Tango

Uniform

Victor

Whiskey

X-ray

Yankee

Zulu

The story takes place in INDIA. It's a romantic tale between two young lovers ROMEO and JULIET. Juliet was from the ZULU cast and Romeo from the LIMA. Romeo and Juliet fell in love and soon Juliet's PAPA found out. He, along with his son VICTOR tried their best to separate the two lovers. They went to the extent of sending her off to the town of SIERRA thinking Romeo wouldn't be able to find her. But the young lover did find his lady love as Juliet had sent an ALPHA numeric coded message by the hand of a servant to give to Romeo. They secretly booked a flight with DELTA airlines and flew to QUEBEC in NOVEMBER. Once there, they rejoiced at their freedom and did the FOXTROT right in the middle of the airport. They were ecstatic at their love succeeding that they yelled from mountain tops till they could hear an ECHO. They stayed in a HOTEL initially then got jobs and eventually married.

Settled in that peaceful province, they were blessed with a baby boy who they named MIKE after Juliet's father. Their family was complete when they bought OSCAR, an adorable golden retriever into their lives. As is the case with all Indian women, Juliet stopped taking care of herself and put on one too many a KILO. But Romeo still loved her the same.

Papa and Victor however hadn't stopped looking for Juliet. It was a matter of their family pride. Papa had become an alcoholic as he took to drinking a lot of WHISKEY. He hurt himself in his drunken state one day and had to get an X-RAY done. The x-ray revealed a broken hip. Papa rested while Victor carried on with the search.

Victor was able to get in touch with a man of UNIFORM named CHARLIE. Although originally a YANKEE Charlie was a well connected man even in Quebec. They tracked down the couple to which Papa said, 'BRAVO my son! Now go get Juliet back.' Victor being an obedient son went with Charlie to Quebec. He realized that Romeo and Juliet do very much indeed love each other. Confused he called Papa and told him. Papa initially didn't agree to a Lima cast being connected to his family but then found out about his grandson Mike. Papa's heart softened. Papa and Victor accepted Romeo into the family and every Sunday the men bonded by playing GOLF. Thus, everyone lived happily ever after. :)

The Mystery which is Me!

I'm sad when I'm happy,

I feel good when things are crappy.

I laugh when I'm upset,

I remember things more when I forget.

In a crowd I feel alone,

It's always the important things I postpone.

I talk the most when I'm quiet,

I always eat more when I'm on a diet.

I stay awake all night and sleep in the morning,

I overlook advice, even when it's a friendly warning.

I become laid back when faced with an issue,

I cry the most when I don't have a tissue.

I let major problems roll off my back and focus on the little ones,

I don't follow the shows as much as I watch the reruns.

I eat eggs without the yolks,

I become serious when someone jokes.

I lose interest in my passion,

I follow trends when they go out of fashion.

I watch less of the originals and more of the remakes,

I feel in love the most when my heart breaks.

The effect of you on me.

In you I see strength, power

You standby to support me like a tower.

You make me laugh till my stomach hurts,

I don't know how they can affect me they're just words.

You hold my hand comforting me always,

Without you by me I'm a lost girl in hallways.

When I see you walk towards me in a crowded place,

I glow with pride and turn to you with a smile on my face.

You have a way to bring out the best in me,

It's as if someone has set my troubled soul free.

No one in this world can be compared to you,

With every breath I take I know what I feel is true.

You give me hope and encouragement when I least expect it,

Making me feel good and cheering me up with your clever wit.

You know all my inner most thoughts,

You're unlike the others, pas faux.

Everything you've said to me is printed in my memory,

You've helped lift the coating on my brain of emery.

You are the reason I look forward to each day.

I wear my heart on my sleeve for all to see as a proud display.

I want us to spend a lifetime and grow old together.

For I know there's no chance for me to love another.

Be the first for my vision day and night,

I wait impatiently for the day our souls unite.

Journey back to you.

If I ever lose my way, promise to help me find my way back,

I know it won't be easy coz it's such a setback.

If I forget who I really am remind me as you have always done,

You're the only person I can depend on in the long run.

If I ever look at you without love, make me see us through your eyes,

I want you to be creative, I want you to improvise.

If I forget all the memories we've shared together, then help me relive them,

You've always been my rock, my special gem.

The Beginning of the End

I met a guy who showed me how to love,

Caring and understanding, like an angel from above.

His eyes so innocent and pure,

Had me feeling like a lady, so demure.

He was able to understand me like no other,

When I thought of life without him I felt a shudder,

He would hold my hand when we would walk,

I could feel our souls connect as we would talk.

He was all I could think or talk about,

I loved him with my heart and soul without a doubt.

When he sang to me he sounded like a nightingale,

Not feminine or pansy, he sang like a male.

His one smile could make all my problems go away,

When he was around me my heart felt like clay.

My friends though happy for me, envied the love we had,

They'd complain to their partners by comparing us in turn making the other mad.

I would feel warm and secure in his hug,

I knew the feeling wouldn't last, someone would pull the plug.

My world came crashing down one fine day.

Just thinking of life without him I began to sway.

I don't regret anything in the past,

Every minute we spent together I had a blast.

Now I live with the pain and void in my heart,

Waiting for a new beginning, a new start.

Uncertainty

Will you still love me every morning,

When I wake up all grumpy and frowning?

Will I still be desirable to you,

When I yell for things you don't have a clue?

Will you stand by me through thick and thin,

Even if at some point I should sin?

Will you find me beautiful when wrinkles appear?

You know growing old and ugly is something I always fear.

Will we still remain friends as we are now,

Can I take your word for it, can we make it a vow?

Will you in the future feel insecure and jealous,

Will your behaviour towards me turn callous?

Will you always remain this funny,

Even if burdened and faced with hardships and no money?

Will you always be this understanding and caring,

It is after all a life together we'll be sharing.

Perhaps I ask too many questions in my state of uncertainty,

These questions may very well stem from my own insecurity.

The real question though is will you always remain true to me?

I guess I'll have to wait patiently for the future to unfold and see.

Now vs Then

It's sad how almost everyone around me hasn't a clue about their future. I mean, we've all got jobs in the present but all of this feels temporary and for the moment. Hardly any of my friends are happy in their jobs or are in an entirely different career altogether from their passion.

I sometimes feel my parents generation had gotten it right. There weren't many options, not a lot of stress or worries about the pursuit of happiness. They were content with what they had and made peave with what they couldn't get.

I feel our generation has generated so many new jobs and career paths it leads an individual not just in a confused state but that of uncertainty. We keep experimenting and growing more confused with the knowledge and wisdom gained.

The irony is, most of the times this pursuit of happiness leads to temporary bliss leaving an individual craving for that blissful feeling in another experience. In other words there just isn't any satisfying us!

I look around and see unhappy people drowning their dissatisfaction into more work or mindless activities such as boozing or partying. Yes, our generation is far more social which again leads us to the root cause of all evil. Money! Socializing doesn't come cheap hence a 'temporary' job is taken to pay the bills. This ofcourse is not the main reason for why most of us work. It literally is to pay the bills.

Apart from work, our generation is away too addicted to technology. We did afterall develop and see too many changes in our lifetime. Be it fashion, electronics or vehicles. We also are too expressive for our own good. Documenting each thought and experience leaving no privacy in our lives. It makes me wonder though, what changes Gen Next holds for us.

Reminiscing

I think of you

When I pass by the roads we drove on.

Times when we'd be out till the break of dawn.

I remember you

When it rains and how we'd get wet together.

We both used to look forward to such changes in the weather.

I recollect times with you

When we'd go out on fancy dinners.

With you by my side I felt like a lottery winner.

I think back

To all the the times you made me feel so loved.

You were my one and only, my beloved.

The Stages of a Relationship in the 21st Century.

I was sitting and reflecting on the different stages of relationships last night. Of course this isn't the outcome of all relationships and neither am I claiming to be an expert in this field. But this particular post is on the basis of personal experience and experiences from a majority of my friends relationships.

Stage 1: The attraction.

This phase is your post hook up phase. The usual seeing the person and deep sighs, racing pulses, butterflies in the tummy, sudden sweating, rambling, lost in thoughts/daydreams. After this the person becomes restless and impatient to try and talk/get to know the other person. This goes without saying all sorts of creative ways are used to do this. The use of mutual friends, accidental meetings, etc.

Stage 2: The wooing.

Once the contact information is exchanged (mostly phone numbers in some weird cases IM IDs) days and nights become one. The two people getting to know each other are so occupied they end up spending hours together on the phone while their social life goes for a toss. Friends and hobbies take a backseat.

Stage 3: The falling in love.

Finally they fall in love. All is well in lala land when one falls in love. Everything seems amazing about the other person, all romantic songs seem like they're expressing your feelings towards the other person. Also, daring acts which a few months seemed impossible and even sappy are done when a person falls in love. Promises are made, secrets are shared and you feel this person is your soulmate. Your better half!

Stage 4: The taking the partner for granted.

Eventually the fizzle burns out and a routine sets in. The excitement about meeting the person vanishes and other things take priority over the partner. Suddenly things like work, projects, assignments and friends become important again.

Stage 5: The Denial.

This generally happens when one partner refuses to admit or face the problems. Why? Mainly because they try to hold on to what was. Apart from the changes they're afraid to face the truth about what the outcome will be when the problem is tackled. It could result in an unpleasant turn in their relationship, like a dent. Sometimes the problems are too many so it feels better to just pretend they don't exist.

Stage 6: The punching bag.

This generally happens as a result of built up frustration and resentment. The other partner becomes the source for all the venting. Sometimes to spite or irritate the other person mean things are said and done. This may be as a result of trying to make the other person feel the same pain they're feeling. It could also be because you try to see if there are any feelings. By this stage the other partner has become so emotionless and indifferent any sort of emotion makes Partner no. 2 feel there's still hope. They grasp at straws to make the relationship work.

Stage 7: The repulsion.

All the sweet things said and done are forgotten. Everything that first attracted you to this person is now the very reason you don't want to be with them anymore. Just being in the same room is an effort in itself. You can't stand them anymore and are disgusted by everything they say or do. Partner no. 1 by now is so upset with their partner they do all they can to put them down and don't hide their feelings of repulsion even in another's company. Quarrels and fights move from behind closed doors to washing dirty laundry in public.

Stage 8: The breaking up.

By now the next step is but the inevitable. Sometimes another stage takes place before this step. It could be that of cheating on your partner or it could be the break up stage. You crave for your freedom and to get away from that partner but feel remorse thinking about how it all came down to this.

Stage 9: The reflecting.

This stage usually makes one wonder if what happened can be rekindled again. A lot of reflecting on the past is done and although the break is official, time apart does allow another to think more clearly without feelings being involved. When one partner is doing this the other is plotting ways to try and get back together.

Stage 10: The letting go.

Finally both part ways. Usually the one who wanted things to work out has no choice so agrees with the others decision thinking they can try to work things out again if there's a temporary separation. In extreme cases cowards choose to approach the 'friends' angle thinking if their partner can see them as a friend again then they still have a chance to keep their ex partner close and make their move again when the opportunity arises.

Stage 11: The last shot.

Generally this is the last phase. Despite the separation and the lack of communication trying one last time is attempted by one partner while the other has moved on. Sometimes, it's more difficult for one to let go off the relationship than the other. This may result it frequent phone calls and follow ups. Sometimes just hearing that firm 'it's over' is enough to end it. Very few people are able to become 'friends' after the breakup. It's ofcourse nothing close to a friendship but they are able to update each other about what's happening once in a while and sometimes catch up. Other times they don't see each other again purposely to avoid the uncomfortable feelings comes with a break up.

Either ways, it's another sad end to a relationship. So, much for a happily ever after!

Never Again

Thoughts before I sleep:

Never again will those eyes bore into my soul,

Never again will I let those sweet words make me feel whole.

Never again will I lose myself in the warmth of that embrace,

Never again will I smile when that hand touches my face.

Never again will I let that touch excite me,

Never again will I shed tears for him to see.

Never again will I allow those memories to be replayed in my head,

Never again will I allow myself to feel so dead.

Never again will I think the relationship was a bliss,

Coz never again will I ever be his!

Without you.

I often imagine what you're doing,

are you awake and thinking about me?

Whenever you close your eyes,

Is it my face that you see?

Visions of what we used to be,

Keeping floating around in my mind.

You were the only one who held the key,

Making me believe love like ours was hard to find.

You ripped my heart out,

with your indifference and lies,

leaving no place within me for any doubt,

leading our relationship to a path of good byes.

You used to be my best friend,

Sharing my every feeling and thought.

Now it's all over, it's all come to an end,

never imagined it would have ended with the way that we fought.

I often wondered every night,

why did I depend so much on you

to make things so right,

life is so much better without you making me feel blue.

I will be happy again in the arms of another,

you will just be another chapter in my life,

he won't be one to smother,

Thanking the most I won't have to deal anymore with all that strife.

Even a lifetime isn't enough!

When is it that you can say you really know someone?

Is it through the tender words,

the jokes,

the loving glances,

the fun times,

the promises,

the long conversations,

the intimate moments?

Is it through the uncertainties,

the past,

the insecurities,

the fights,

the lies,

the tears,

the ego,

the depression?