"Impractically yours, you know?"

Impractically yours,
for there is no happiness
no lingering smile
without your voice
I awake to a brighter day
a gladdened heart,
a lighter soul,
were you to sigh
contented
as we talked through the night
till the morning light.

Impractically yours,
for thoughts of you dominate my mind,
intransigently persisting
never remitting
holding dominion
over all and sundry
as complete as the rule of Rome
as overwhelming as Napoleon's battlecry
"Viva la revolucion!"
and all that jazz..

Impractically yours,
for the world separates us
with oceans and continents,
but I feel you near me,
when you infectiously giggle
at every little thing I say.

What I really meant to say
is that
I M practically yours, damn it.

.:to clarify:.

Okay, so far two guys have called me up asking whether I had proposed to someone. Hmm...

Perhaps with hindsight the previous entry may have been a bit too short. I was just too happy for words then. In any case, all I did was to ask her whether she may be in love with me, because I certainly am. And she said yes.

That’s all folks. Nothing to see here. Move along now. =)

.:Yay!:.

She said yes! =)

.:Darn it:.

Dear Ms RB,

it’s been almost two months now since I’ve gotten to know you. What am I supposed to say? You take my breath away. With your oh-so-charming mix of child-like innocence with maturity belying your tender years, you’ve managed to reduce me to a stuttering fool each and every time we talk on the phone.

Yet when we don’t talk (like today), I realize that I do miss you terribly. I miss hearing you say “assalamualaikum” in that special way that no one else seems able to replicate. I miss the way you always seem to find something good in everything that happens to you and me, the way that that contrasts so explicitly with my sometimes overarching negativity. I miss the way you tend to get embarrassed when it comes to acknowledging these feelings that I know we both have for each other. I miss the way you always seem to know how I feel, which is surprising really since even I don’t know myself that well. I miss… well… you.


.....

Damn it, woman. I think I’m in love with you.

ps: as a favour to someone who I used to love, I have deleted the previous entries which revolved around her. There will be no more references to what has happened. I think she has paid, and is continuing to pay, her dues for it. Cukuplah.