i long for you. deep inside, like the new wounds blistering in wrath, emotions break out- i want you to hold them. my flingers may bleed learning to strum the strings, but Newuser, I could summarize the whole of me in one word and give it to you if you want. you left. my mind wont stop. nor will my heart. you could tell me once. only once. or somebody else could have- that you're the one. i would pluck the beautiful flower buds growing in merry and hand it over to you- i wouldnt care they'd die the instant i pluck them. they'd die for my love. you wont find my love growing in the gullies of Kathmandu. nor will you hear my voice again in the morning blooms of sunflowers and daffodils in your Syangja. the white mountains standing strong will never ask you where did you leave your love? only i will remember. i will not let it dampen- i will not let your touch, your kiss, your caress, sediment and dilapidate with tears at times of frustrations- i will treasure them with pleasure, for years. Prerana.