You and Mocha...Ah!

All you readers are pathetic. Horrible. one comment? Sickening. You really know how to take all hopes out of a blogger and kill his soul! Well not exactly. But you are pretty bad.

I am 19 years old and have not one romance to speak of. O!boo!hoo! even my sister(s) have never asked me whether i have ever had the slightest bit of interest in anyone. But...ah...there can be other aspects of your younger sister's/brother's life too all you eldest and middle concieted brats!

And today i feel like writing something to him. (its a HIM...there i hope you all are a bit relieved). Before your eyebrows start skipping, let me tell you i am not talking about a boyfriend. I do not have one. Rest assured. This someone i am talking about was a so-so friend many years ago and now resides in pluto for all i know! And no, I was not in love. Not even in lau. It was a kind of awkward "heh!heh!" time during which my brain's processing level was even lower than it is toda...and That, ladies and Germs, is saying something!

Hello Baldy(no that's not his name. Its what i used to call him. short for baldemort. And he was not bald either!). How are you? Where are you? Are you alive? Yes? good! No? Eh!well...

I give a high place to the institute of friendship. So i will not insult it by saying that we were friends. We hardly talked and our time together did not even last a year. But during that time, now that i look back, i realise how stupidly happy i was, and i never knew why!

True, we did not talk much. But for whatever time we did, you let me be me and a lot more than that. As for me, my non-existent virtue of patience would emerge when it came to waiting for you to stop screaming and come to the point. Never had i enjoyed fighting with someone as much as i did with you. And i do not think i will again.

I let you know how annoying you were and how very stubborn. What i did not, however, was that you were adorable and sweet to boot. Sigh.

It was all very sweet and nice. And naive. Actually, I did not realise what i had or could have until long after the end. once a tubelight, always...anyway.

Had the ending been abrubt, it would have been better. But i guess we just let distance and time, or rather the lack of it to get the better of...whatever it was.

I wont say i miss you. Yes i do think about you sometimes (obviously!). And surprisingly, its the obstinacy i miss most.

You act as if the fact that I still exist does not register in your mind. And suddenly, out of nowhere,as subtly as you can,you let me know that you remember. And even more surprisingly, i do not mind...well not that much anyway.

I know its stupid, but i wish you would come back from wherever you are. Not so I can have the romance of a lifetime, but because you are you and and that makes everything seem so much...um...well...chocolate like.blush.

You are like that one wonderful cup of mocha I had some many ages ago on a rainy day...not perfect...but bitter and at the same time, with a wonderful warmth and sweetness that completely took me in. I have had many mochas since then...one more exquisite than the other, but none that was so...enchanting.

Well, that is as much as I can tell you here. Wasted effort...you hate reading,I know. Take care and grow up...but not completely!

And as for you horrible readers, I have no wish to disclose any identity whatsoever. Do not guess. And ask? Yeah right.