You let me go with such ease and class that my alter ego was in awe of you.
Me? I was just desolate at the sheer possibility of you two.

You say that we were not in love truly, madly, deeply. We were'nt. But we were falling, one kiss at a time, one night at a time.
Until you pridefully paraded all over the possibility of us. The same possibility which was your deepest conviction once.

Which was a better depiction of reality, your conviction, or the ease with which you let go?
Maybe it was you and your alterego colluding to sweep me and my alter ego off our feet, one at a time.

I don't know who i met first though, your alter ego or you. Do you?

- Laveena