I wonder why am i sitting in here, waiting for someone who was a dear. the clock keeps ticking , and says its getting late duckling. There i see the glimpse of a man , with looks resembling an ancient angelic clan. Oh, that white T shirt, hugging it tight like a frozen desert, my heart pumps with joy seeing the smartness, then rests in shadows, feeling the past madness. Heart says, should i? should i not? appreciate or reject the big smile. I know this guy from years, never did i observe his masculinity with cheers. Finally, I bring my thoughts to cease, bringing the friend in me and welcome him with peace.