Love

"I'm through with love
I'll never fall again
Said Adieu to love
Please never come again"

Thus sang Marylin in my favourite of her movies, Some like it hot. It's been a lot on my mind, that song, and I find myself whistling it in the street or belting it in the shower.
After my visit to my friend Am in Cambridge, I feel melancholy. I loved playing with her baby, taking her for a shopping spree or dancing in the park after a good run. But I can't help remembering that I met X at her wedding, and how intertwined everything is to me.
Tomorrow I won't feel so sad.