there are so many things about you. about us. in such a short span of time. <3

i said my hair was annoying, that night. it kept flying into my eyes, mouth and you offered to switch off the fan, but part of me actually liked the wind smashing (well, it definitely felt like that) into my face and the other part was half amused, annoyed. i was sleepy. it was 1 in the morning, well past my bedtime but i couldn't just put my head on your shoulder - we were too new and unfamiliar for that. so i tried hard to not fall asleep and amidst that effort i tried hard, again, to not babble something nonsensical in my semi-conscious state while -

i could, and i can write things i have discovered about you over these past few months, but passed few sentences, i would erase them all and i am left looking at the blinking on the screen, white, white, white. because they are too precious to be shared with the world, and really, i cannot bring myself to share you, especially you, with the world.

Stumbled

;D

[ Expectation is a dangerous thing to play with. You never know what's - ]

It's been a while, since i have spent time with my friends.

Monday sickness

It is that game you used to play when you were small.
Leaning backwards until you fall, trusting your friend to support you from behind.
What happened to those days?
The etched bitterness is not the mark of our lives, right?

The things you let go - by choice

Sometimes you remain alone in the midst of all the noise and colors.

Overture to a Celebration; Gurney

Polaroid shots. It is a scary thing, the past; its ability to teleport someone/anyone brings forward the yesterdays - tears and laughter, sadness and happiness, hurt and elation all rolled into one, undifferentiated - in an instance. Perhaps, things could have been different. But of course, the word 'things' do not begin to encompass the lives lived. Possibly, events could have been dissimilar, outcomes altered if actions and thoughts were diametrical. But no, we chose our paths and some of us live to regret the choices made, while others, found a brighter, more fulfilling path. But no matter what happened, or how we wish to go back (or not) to the past, it is but a vain hope and humankind should celebrate its mistakes (no matter how tragic) and learn something from them. We are intellects not because of our idleness after all. As for today, the past hovered in the air, its resonance rung loud and clear in my ears, but i am unaffected, unblemished, untainted - for i have left that place a long time ago. I have found my happiness, my reason to believe again.

You're the foundation on which i stand.

Lucas: (Voice-over) If you could go back and just change one thing about your life, would you? And if you did, would that change make your life better? Or would that change ultimately break your heart? Or break the heart of another? Would you choose an entirely different path? Or would you change just one thing? Just one moment. One moment that you've always wanted back.