Happiness is playing coquettery with me,,,While u r happy in the evening, u may end up being sad the very night. how flirtatious it is? It cajoles.
The trouble starts when one starts finding extraneous meaning situated outside of a particular discourse. I m not meticulous with my words,,perhaps i never understood the importance of words,,,,
But i m not hurt,,,,now i m back to my usual self,,,,i think that i m at ease with myself only when i m an 'acquescing angel',,,,oh i love to be one,,,,,just for love,,,,