When Shibu was still alive, he and I talked about women. Or perhaps more specifically, relationships and all its trappings. He was married at the time, and he said that when you're married you stop looking at other women. They are appreciated as God's beauty, but that's it.

Rrrrright, I thought. I mean this guy WAS an evangelical Christian (that's not a radical Christian btw) so of course he'd have something about sanctity of marriage and what-not. I mean c'mon, just bc you're married you stop looking at the fiiiiine honeys out there? Bullshit.

Dammit. It pisses me off to say-Shibu was right. I can't think of anyone but the woman I'm with. Of COURSE there are women out there who are hot and yeah c'mon, I'd like to do them. But I realized something. What next? What, you sleep with them and the next day you feel empty and shallow? Sure guys may wanna talk to other guys going, "Dude! I boned Angelina Jolie!" (Okay THAT is an exception... and ma GURRRRL has agreed that Angelina's on my list of people I can be with.) But there's no one who can be as caring, touching, understanding, and whose voice and smile can brighten up my day as ******.

Yeah this sounds horribly cheesy and cliche. It's the kind of stuff that I used to hear from people who were in love and think, "Shut the hell up I don't wanna hear this. Ass." And so I'll end with the superlatives on her. Yes her name's a secret for now, and we'll keep it that way for a bit.

Maybe others can find some sort of meaning in this. Maybe not. Out.