February

Twirl Twirl Twirl. Look how your skirt swirls when you twirl twirl twirl. Little girl, you grew up way too fast. Way too fast you chugged that half full glass now your eyes are glazed over and puke stains your shoes, you didn't even notice the tightening noose.

That pose where you lie flat on your back, your head ensconced in jewels I could never afford, your mouth contorted in a sensual smirk and your hands half open like eyes half shut.

He fidgets between right and wrong having known all along that she doesn't belong in his right frame of mind he could possibly have gone on to follow her again like she was pleasure and he was pain. But in this frame of mind, in this circumstantial existence he has a wife and a son and daughter about to come and no matter who he loves he only has one stake to claim. Men don't walk out on their spouses as often as the movies say and women tend to be more discreet than brave.

Stone cold heart or resolve much too strong? It's hard to believe you ever loved me. It's harder to not.

The thing about breaking up is that you know exactly what steps need to be taken in order to move forward and away, its like science, a process. You know you will be miserable for a bit but stand firm through it, preferably go out, get drunk, get laid. Soon you will be too involved in work or family or other such shit to have time enough to remember and viola, if you keep an eye out, before you know it you will have another recipient for your fleeting affections at your disposal.

Breaking-up is easy.

But when eight years later, for whatever reasons you find out that not a damn thing has changed since that god forsaken day since she closed the door and you walked away. And that the happiest you have been in the past near decade is for the 3-4 hours just spend with her again. In theory, this is life giving you a bonus but in principal its life sticking it so far up your ass that your eye balls start to itch. But if you take it like a man long enough you will learn to bear it like a woman, which is basically saying that you'll learn to love it.

Women have the tremendous tendency to be so satisfied with themselves within themselves that they don't even notice who rigorously they don't practice what they preach. Women are master pretenders; its like acting is as much a part of being a woman as…well… pussy farts.

Engagements are weird. The same person can get engaged in one instance and bring IMMENSE joy to another person, and repeat the act in another instance and invoke the exact opposite reaction from the same, other person.

Engagements are also a bit useless.

Third time's the charm though.

Or so they say.

There will always be someone who loves you like they do in the movies.

No rings required.