Sent : Thursday, August 07, 2003 6:06:29 PM
To : Ravi
Subject : coup de foudre part one
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not exactly in a romantic mood, but i'd say i'm in a rather amorous and generous one. if that means anything different at all. although you insist that know it already, i am confident i have not confessed that *sigh*, i've fallen madly in love with you. yes, it's true. i can no longer drop my knickers and salivate un-gaga-controllably over a cute fella on the streets - i only desire after his desire. fine, i'm a lascivious lembu gila. but even a married woman would be pleased to know that at least one man wishes that she was not. that's probably the reason why i feel more elevated with you around - it's called 'unattainability', the enigma surrounding a woman inflates exponentially in comparison to the reality of the truth, which also equals to delusional lembu gila. i dont want to dive into a philosophical monologue right now, just not in the mood to be annoyingly highly intelligent or arrogant. would just like to be silly. and only silly today. i just feel like pouring all my soul out to you via courrier electronique because sometimes i feel like i'm held incommunicado by the pseudo indifference you present to me. perhaps your pseudo indifference arises from some kind of embarrassment or overdose of affection from me, the latter of which is tragic and terribly upsetting if true. or just plain ol' pantang/fear. i miss you all the time you're not with me. but it isnt as though i have to be with you all the time. i just feel like something's missing when you aren't with me. at the risk of sounding tacky/corny/lame/spastic/air-supplyish, gotta say that you've become the air i breathe. does that scare you? i dont know. and now, when i finally get the time to write something, my mood evaporates and i've lost my muse.
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