another

february died and march was born.

can't remember how long it has been since we met. or talked. or whatever. what matters is that we are not, did not. time is probably secondary. don't want to leave a handle
in history to go back to.

yet another 29th passed quietly by. i'd be surprised if you felt differently. or did u managed to surprise yourself?

by untampered fate, i caught The Leap Years today. it's crap, but the date, which is the main protagonist here, and certain scenes are just, in a way.. too close for comfort, too personal to brush away the emotions that the movie attempts to evoke.

and i saw your name in the credits at the end. as i sat there swallowed by the red plushy seat, what else could it be but an incredibly elaborate joke played on me.

the 29th day of the second month, which would have been our first; dare i use the word 'our' here? and as it is, another four years before that day and month is here again in the game of time.

but by then, there could be no need for memories.