1 after a 0

I am still a developer. Computers and their lingo rule my life. And sometimes the language they understand suits best in some scenarios. For an instance, I had a zero in my last post with a letter to Death. And guess what? This time it’s a one.

My love planned her travel back without letting me know and I felt sad about not being a part of the whole deciding process. I can never get enough of her. I need her badly and I miss not being there as a part of her life. I guess moments lost in distance are moments missed forever. If a day is gone without her being with me (as is presently the case), it feels as if I am tearing a page off my life’s diary whose pages are limited. I could have filled in that page with so many numerous moments of emotions, togetherness and love. Nez..don’t ask me how but she is coming tomorrow for a day. I precisely remember when it was the last. Two months and am dying to meet her again. My atwitter is not allowing me to write more. All I know is she will be there with me and I have a day to live with her. So all of you, until Sunday night, have a great weekend. Meanwhile, let me get some air of love.

@Death: If you have read my last post, just ignore that. My account was hacked and I am exactly not sure who has put that in. :)