so she says...

LESS GIVING OF MYSELF...

It is a whole new way to look at things...
She always hands me a new pair of glasses for the world...
But this one's only temp...
Witholding wat u can give is just as torturous.

You can't give less of yourself,
expect less in return
and hope to live painlessly and free from disappointments.
It's called floating in a bubble.

Perhaps that explains the aloof coolness sometimes...
The self-centredness...
I miss the quirky thorough longwindedness...
The mental stimulation uncompared...
Even the exasperating lateness and slothings.

On the other hand...
I miss the sponatneous explosions of rapture...
delight and girlish laughter...
the sweetness of hugs and kisses...
to hold her in my arms...
to know she's mine.
I just hated the cattiness and meaness sometimes exposed.

Lemons lemons lemons...
u can't have too much lemonade
But lemons are ultimately still sour...
And too much can be numbing.
I miss the refreshing, cheerfulness...
The knowledge that all will be well
As long as there is lemonade.
But the lemon got squashed...
by me.

Behold the quick scurrying of a crab...
Amazing in stelletos...
My knees will die trying to catch up - LOL.
The silly ditzyness...
Booze and glamour hiding the innocence of sweet dreams...
The taitai in the making.
Too much work and no time to play.
And i demand too much.

I bid sweet adeiu
To my shrew tamer...
My moral guide and lessons learnt...
Likely my only knight in shining armour.
Go forth in your new conquest...
And do not forget your petulant damsel in distress.

So in the giving less of myself,
I bid u one and all GOODNITE.

But wait...
How can i forget to send my sweet Hubby
A Goodnite kiss!
Put on your armour and face the spikes around you.
It's only a small part of your day.
Throw it all away when it ends,
For your 3 heros will always be there to cushion any falls.
Ciao.