With my fav-let!

Meri savari

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Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

you won't admit you love me

and so how am i ever to know?

you only tell me

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

a million times i ask you,

and then i ask you over again

you only answer

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

if you can't make your mind up,

we'll never get started

and i don't wanna wind up

being parted, broken-hearted

so if you really love me,say yes

but if you don't, dear, confess

and please don't tell me

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Relationships, unilaterally maintain a common thread. Not a bolt of outa-da-blue, but certainly a 'putting it down' moment.

Whilst the nitty gritties of each calls for a different approach... the common spine keeps all possible scenarios bound to the same plane.

Conversations are as intrinsic as the noisy silence. Change is the driver. Changing together is the key. Once the key is in place... the ride is on its way. Blissfully so.

The learning drawn from this simple track from 'Coupling' comes, in an almost serendipitous manner, to my mind.

Has love confessed to me... A resounding Yes! Am I perhapsed? :)

Am still finding out...

This omnipresent phase never ceases to stupefy, petrify and glorify thy self, all at once.But what it also never ceases to do... is have an impact.

Am growing to understand the rules and the utter rule-less-ness of this 'mother of all deals'.

****

I owe you a helluva lot,' I said sincerely.

'Not true, you ***, not true,' she answered.

'Not true?' I inquired, somewhat surprised.

'You owe me everything,' she said.

Everything indeed, love.

**** - Nicholas Sparks speak

Else, Moi.