Tell Me.

This is going to be an epic love story. Feeling obligated to blog about my day to day agendas - scratch that. You'd feel much better after fulfilling the obligation but it is not the satisfaction that you've been searching for. It is forced and insincere. Like a fake smile that you know would only make others around you smile but only leaving you with a sinking feeling which you yourself could and will not overcome.

So this is it. An epic love story. One that I have been wanting to tell.

.27 seconds. That is how long it takes for it to appear over and over and over again. 1 centimetre. That is the length. Vertical and straight. It blinks and stares right back at me. Should I or should I not? That is apart of the question, the main question is what? What are the words that should follow the centimetre high of straight, black and thin line, blinking annoyingly in my face?

1.3 minutes.That was how long it took for me to finally decide that the annoying sight of that blinking icon which has the power to answer what was left unanswered, remain blinking. Numbing all the curiosity etched deep within my heart.

This is totally fiction by the way. Although what's a fiction without bits of real life and a whole lot of imagination mixed together right.? Am sure you've all had an acquaintance with mr. black, thin, straight and vertical line, blinking annoyingly in your face while you wondered to yourself, "what should I type?" You probably spilled your whole heart out , did a little tap dance on the keyboard with the tips of your fingers... enjoying every bit of it. But reached for the 'backspace' button erasing every line hoping that somehow your feelings for him would fade away with it too. Well, that bit there... Personal to me to the core. :)

So, there you go. It's not epic love story alright. But it's true. We let our feelings get in the way and sometimes strangely it's ourselves who are in the way of our feelings.