I could not help it. Had never been more impatient. More mindlessly impulsive. I fucked up alright. Acted like a selfish bastard. If you are reading this, know that I am sorry.
Know that you made me proud.
But for that rush of blood to the head, I would have been a part of all the celebrations I'd thought of.
Or may be it's true. May be I am only a selfish loser. I don't quite like myself these days.
A Walk to remember it was. The Scientist. And She.
Or that day I ran after the taxi. Chocolates in my bag. Stuffed potato in my head. Small ears. And an obscenely large moon. That is how I'll remember you.
Button the shirt na! :)