You are my other; the one who helped me learn about life and my own self. You might have changed shapes, names and faces but you have left an imprint on my soul.
You called me sister and played with me beside the River Green. Then with the passage of time, you became a stranger who loves new faces and new sisters.
You called me love and entangled me in your passions and broke my heart with the ease of throwing away a used paper cup into the dustbin.
You called me mermaid and lured me into a whirlpool of words; only to show how good you were at playing around with words.
You are a lesson, a mistake, may be a chapter that I cannot forget, a face I cannot forget in spite of the years, in spite of all the bitterness and happiness that has filled this soul.
You have taught me how to live, how to be and how to love; the lessons are not bad as you can see for yourself.