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!