Its not like all days are same, or that all nights are equally dark, or that or dates are equally romantic. But a bad date doesn't mean it was intended to be bad, or that I was not in the mood to meet, or that I like you any lesser. It just says that you were late, terribly late; and, no; sorry, waiting is not my cup of tea. So, there you go, right back where you came from, that smile fades away instantly into extinction.

But nor is it like, I don't regret fighting or that I don't scold myself and say... so what, it was but ten minutes. And nor is it like, I don't call you up instantly to apologize, and to ask you to come back, like instantly. But no, why would you.
Boy! that sound of yours the moment you take the call; you wouldn't have sulked more in your life .. right? Like never. And then, obviously I go again, and talk crap in a crappy voice; and bite my tongue, because I do not want to sound as rude as I'm sounding, but shit, can't resist it nevertheless. My darling ego of course !!
And not as if you are any better, you don't think before cutting that call no, like right on my face?

Yeah... yeah... I know, now its your time to make amends. My phone rings, and your name on the screen, of course; but this time, I must cut the call. Not like I must, but, I know I will do it. I don't know why, by default I guess. And, there you go... the call gets cut; but believe me I regret doing it all the more.

hmmm... so no luck happening here... Lets try again another day baby.