Tuesday, September 17, 2013


You shadow under the many streetlights. Your lap by the seaface. Your armrest during every walk. Your critic on shopping sprees. Your personal hair stylist. Your wardrobe manager. Your diet expert. Your bandage and gauze doctor through umpteen road accidents. Your partner in crime through foodie conquests. Your cook when the maid betrayed you. Your entertainer when the tv conked off. Your saving grace before your parents. Your early morning alarm. Your happiness. Your tears. Your backbone for today and promise for tomorrow..
I was all of this to you. I thought I could play these roles all over again..
Alas... It was a different play, a different audience. A different stage.

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