The September Chronicles

There's one person I truly love..

It's beginning to be too much of a co-incidence. Exactly one year ago, someone came into my life. Someone that gave me a conscience. A year on, another person has come and gone, and I'm back to having some residual repercussions of this brief affair.

Emotions are evil. Like parsely and Spageddies' Tiramisu. We should never need to feel sad.

Nothing has changed too drastically for me. My poetic take on romance still remains the same.

The better you suck,
The harder I'll fuck.
And since you get the gist,
You fucking better not have Syphillis.

Yes, move over Shakespeare. MissSeptember has been a refreshing second wind, albeit the tedious long nights I have to accompany her, her constant nagging of me being a butterfly and the absolute attention I have to devote to her when she's within ear shot of hearing me say,

Me: "Fuck! That girl is HOT."

My last night with her was absolute drama. A fitting sypnosis even for the Oscars. I've seen enough Korean movies to know just how to angle a sob ending. Yes, I left her in tears. Like I usually do to almost everyone else.

Then it hit me.

My reluctance to contribute anything to a relationship other than my prick and tongue is not merely a dysfunctional trait being a man. I've long guarded myself because falling in love has emotional consequences, which I'm non too keen to tango with.

I should NEVER have to say "I miss you", without you running to my side with a plate of steak in the following 6 secs.

I love me.