I Love You Chandler Bing!

Please can anyone make me meet the female version of Chandler Bing.

I am ready to be the male of version of Monica Gellar.
I swear to God I am.

Oh my dear Chandler!
Lets fly off to Neverland.
Lets go and buy
Something old,
something new,
something borrowed,
something blue.

Putting away the apprehensions and flaws and shortcomings and what not.
Lets get married and have kids.
Lets go and make home in clouds where we will play harps and ride unicorns.


Strange Fits of Passion Had I Known!
I may start talking more sense.
But I don't.
I am so full of flaws and demerits and shortcomings and feeble mind and split personality.And I know, I may be the broken pot, and its hard to love me, but nobody have to.And I don't expect the love to be reciprocated, I feel content with loving all my heart and, nah! I don't expect someone to reply my text or talk to me till wee hours and look me the in eye and repeat those three magical words. Nah!. I am good.


And I must say this is one of best feeling, so very liberating. Expecting nothing and giving all.
Ah! Bliss. In real sense.


God knows from where but I am so filled with this feeling of love. That cloud of doubt seems to be drifting away, and my mushy mode is on.


Here is a part of my favourite poem,
by Andrew Marvell "To His Coy Mistress".

'Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide

Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the flood,

And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.

My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.

For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.'

Man! This carpedium poem makes my day.I never get enough of it.I want to read it thousand times and still some more.


And this proposal of Augutus Waters,

"I am in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you."

Nothing can be more precise.And still there will be somebody who will reject you because you shine too bright from them but that should not stop you from shining.


Keep shinning and keep spreading the light.