Always make your absence felt, in such a way that somebody misses you. But let not your absence be so long that somebody starts learning to live without you.
He is my self-inflicted pain. A preposterous diversion. A momentary bliss. My blameworthy experience. My poisonous religion. He is my annoyance, and yet he remains to be my only happiness. The name's Mikx, a blogger since 2007. Anything else? Nothing new.