Who Is *She *? in reply to xiNch's tagboard query
She says that she is like any other girl, with two eyes two ears, one mouth, etc. Modesty seems to reign in the uppermost regions of her mind. But she is what God (nothing religious here, just a figure o' speech) had in mind when He decided to give Man a companion to see him through life. Ah! no one else could epitomise the fairer sex like she does.

This song comes to mind: "There could never be a portrait of my love/ For nobody could paint a dream/ You will never see a portrait of my love/ For miracles are never seen/ Anyone who sees her/ Soon forgets the Mona Lisa/ It would take I know/ Michelangelo/ And he would need the glow of dawn/ That paints the sky above/ To try and paint a portrait of my love." She is that beautiful.

She spins me round and round in a multitude of circles. Leading me on like she shouldn't... but I won't have it any other way. So what if it's only make believe? I live to be with her every second, every minute, every hour of the days I have left in me. Oh, how I torment myself. To remember the clasp of hands only makes the impossible dream seem so near, yet so far. >sigh<

Should I thank her for the memories I cherish so much? Does she even remember the laughs (not-so-nervous and later, nervous ones) we shared? I have no idea. It has been ages since I last chatted with her so openly. Love constricts. Constricts the tongue of the idiot who let his heart and mind fall faster than he could speak. But I'll remember, all the better to make me feel depressed to be so in love. How can I forget especially when I have places to remind me? Sidewalk cafés that hold a different meaning. Parks and lanes that hold the impression of our footsteps. Long drives to nowhere and back again.

So what happened? I really don't know. Silence suddenly became the order of the day. A saddening silence by her choice that she occasionally broke. Why break it? To remind me that I still am very much in love with her? Why didn't she stick to her silence? I have tried to stay away from her... to not speak to her... to not love her (!)... if she wants to cure me, I wish she'd crush my heart in the palm of her hands so that I may feel no more. Must she remain responsive yet not tell me whether we're headed somewhere? I can't be in a state of fugue; not knowing whether it is yes or no. I'd prefer a "no" to the uncertainty I'm facing. And yet I know that a "no" would be the last sound I hear on this ball of clay.

The bottom line is: I am confused. For the first time in my life I am stumped. Logic? What good is logic here? Maybe someone out there can drum some sense into me and help me understand  my stupidity... i only know that i love her

Sorry xiNch, I haven't really answered your question!

RLML... a question for xiNch
Who goes by these initials, xiNch? Is it a name rather like my love's?