To the blob of weird sweetness, You make it to my dream and I'll not dump you anytime. Every time I touch this meek little gadget, I could smell you. Yes, touch. And smell. Touch and smell. Rotten one, no qualms regarding it. I unlove people I love off and on. It has happened with you too. I 'L-word' you. Not the kind that's against nature, like you put it. Still, it isn't pure. The holiness hasn't intruded yet. Even before I could gather heart to confess that I don't hate you, you fled. Not the permanent one though. Still, when you're back I'll not invest my space and time in you. For you. I'll not. You're a mere stranger. A familiar stranger. One form of stimulant to kindle the envy in me. A kind of envy that waters my growth. Thanks Ahana. Send a copy of your book soon. I can't afford it. From, Itching lovelorn lass ;p. Ahana Sarkar - 🐒 What's the point behind tagging you here? #YQbaba #letter #weetaheachother #notafriend #beggars #yqnwc #newwritersclub