Chapter 1 - Of birth

I like to bask in others achievements. Perhaps thats why I love celebrating my birthday.

Chapter 21 - Of dreams

I dreamt of you last night. You played me like a trumpet and I blew my own horn. As I tooted, your cheeks puffed and your eyes closed. And I missed my arms.

Back to reality. It blows. But I love the sweet dessert it offers me.

Chapter 17 - Of love

He didnt really say - "I love you". I read it in his eyes. I just didnt know I was myopic.

But he did actually say "Love is what you make of it". He made a beautiful dessert of it, and gave it to someone else.

I was sure I would make my love last. It was. The last of his priorities.

Sigh!

Chapter 10 - Of romance

I saw a 12 year old son and his 40+ year father in identical t-shirts today. Mass made perhaps.

It said - "I am the last living romantic."

Chapter 18 - Of bondage

I see you share hushed exchanges, wanton giggles, laced cigarettes and stolen kisses and I'm left with stunned silence, asphyxiated nerves, stoked dreams and drowning rigors. Not to mention hours of counselor sessions.

Only if I was a satellite. 

Chapter 20 - Of marriage

Till death, divorce or ennui do us apart?

You dont bring me flowers anymore. My notes to you are of shopping lists and yours of reminders to pay bills.

I think it should be - "till marriage do us apart!"