It's the simplest assumption and mostly that goes right in the book, that if you have screwed up big time in life you are bound to release that anger, pain, jealousy, aggression, (What not!) on any resource that has always been there, but you were just too engrossed with your day to day life that you had completely ignored it to the extent where you forgot it's existence.
Right! I am talking about our Mojo, that special charm we had, that special work we did which brought forth that Mojo (OMFG! I have lost mine). I have been reading Blogs, sad stories of love's labor lost for days (Oh! you understood the reason - I see your wry smile). I see a humble pattern with all the love lost stories, they start writing Blogs (Yes, even I am so what). As you may see even, I am writing one with a difference, for no more I crib about "Why did she do this?", "God! Why me?" or "How can she?". Yes, I am affected by what happened, however some one close and dear friend once told me that once broken, you can never mend a relationship, just as a knot stays in a thread.
Oh! but why am I getting into the Love's philosophy, this is not about love or my loss (anyways it is, but not directly), its about loss of my Mojo, my charm or gift that I once had, gift that helped me pass time, enjoy my being, before I was in love.
Here I am, writing a sore Blog about my losses, biggest being her, but what can I say, you have to do, what you have to do. Again, you see, this is what I meant, I can't even put two words for two together, another loss apart from mojo "Loss of words".
God, if you haven't yet looked for a drain to drown yourself, even after reading all this crap, where I have no clues what to write, then I must say "Hats off! to you sire/ Mademoiselle, as you can withstand the most outrageous of verbal diarrhea dipped in mayonnaise of vomiting thoughts, than any normal human being.
