....Lines from The Mourning Bride..

Heav'n has no rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd. Nor Hell a fury, like a Woman scorn'd.

Five years...

Babe..

I still love calling you in the middle of the night.

Thank you..

You're still my lifeline to sanity.

'Tis about time...

I don't want your Thank you...

I don't want your White flag.

I just want you to know that I'm over you...

And that's that.

The selfless becomes the selfish; the loved becomes the hated.

There's bereavement and despair everywhere.

Somewhere a soul is ripped out, it rebuts; pledges never to heal.

Sound of a breath; last gasp for air.

In a corner, the final drop is wiped off with a shaking hand.

Count of hurt reaches a tear; bleeds without a care.

The selfless becomes the selfish; the loved becomes the hated.

27.

Found God, only to lose Him again in the midst of the war between my head and heart. Hope to find Him again. Soon.

Good-Bye

...and then,

I ripped my heart out and gave it to you on a platter. You said, "no, thank you, I'm full."

I always thought I wanted a happy ending to my romance. It's only off late that I realised that I don't really want an ending. I want it to go on...and on. But here's the catch. I've control over "my" romance, but not "ours". It takes two to Tango. And that is where it catches fire and threatens to burn itself down to dry ash.