letter to mi amore (if one might excuse the mush)

i didnt want to write to you- write write you know. i didnt want to put down what i felt, i didnt want to express myself in black and white (and grey). i didnt even want to grandstand.

it just happened. i am high with glee right now. so glad that i finally fond my tablets of sinus medicine that i could sing. the 2 soda pops i had for dinner might also have something to do with this.

i ont want to be conventional- to an extent i guess im not, we're not, bt neither is this post/letter/rant/ramble. it begins with i dont instead of i do. i didnt, to be precise.

so here is a list of things i didnt do today.

i didnt buy cough medicine. nor did i get any rest.

i didnt talk to regis either though. if thats any consolation.

i didnt shop today, except to buy a funny wooden thingie for mum- to take home.

i didnt not buy a pair of tan shoes on sale, which saili convinced me not to let go of. pathetic sentence construction yes, but they were at half price. and i paid using cash. i didnt buy the sexy little knickers or the funny little pink pajamas. i didnt buy any arbit clothes, jewellery or makeup. nor even snglasses.

i didnt think ofyou for a complete half hour (i was helping saili buy sneakers and shoes etc)...until she asked me about you

i didnt discard the idea of viitng you as impossible. i think its rather workable as a matter of fact.

i didnt say i love you once in this post/letter/rant/ramble/whateverthefuckyouwannacallit.

i didt even say call me when you get back from brunch/whatever.

come to think of it, i didnt even say that i missed you.