Scribbles
"Rain, you like watching. Love, you'd like to find. Secretly envying those in relationships. You sly devil, you!" - Said you, once. Long time ago. So long ago that I don't even know when. Do even you even remember me now? This too shall pass, I tell myself. But it's only temporary. Like the waxing and waning. Like the high tide and low tide. It passes but comes back in full vigour. What do I do, oh you sly sly devil! So why bother, I thought. But it's not that easy. Letting you go when you don't even remember me anymore is hard. Tragic. And inexplicably so.