Love is will-o’-the- wisp .

Different from water , but as water goes , both of them have much in common . that is , the tighter you try to catch hold of it , the quicker it drops out of your hands and with that you bother yourself because of what you have done . what the use of crying over spilt milk ? things have come to a full stop .

  What water to fish is you to me . much to my sorrow , why ever you keep nothing about me in your mind . I knew , work kept your hands full . whatever you should spare some time to pay more attention to me , I am a girl , what I need is your loving and caring , and I am sure , only love from you is enough for me .

  There is great possibility that I am going to write you a dear john letter if the relationship goes from bad to worse . funny enough , you should forget my birthday !

  Some said ,“ the going gets tough , the tough gets going .” chances are ,I am in the wrong . you ought to be given much more time to get your things done first then put me on your second priority .