No, Thanks.

Somebody that belongs in my past bombarded me with several email messages - so much that I got so irritated already. Time and time again, I would just shrug him off and play the part of Delilah. Please don't get me wrong I am not a resident b*tch but when times would require that I toughen up, I would not mind wearing my Delilah hat.

This somebody, I am guessing, has been checking me out through common friends - he gave me a Snow Patrol compact disc (and I am a big fan) through our common friend and emailed the lyrics of one the songs I so like.

While it flatters me a single bit (but only for a while), I reiterated to him that I am already in a relationship I so lovingly want to keep and that out of respect, I hope he just let things be.

Again, thanks but no thanks.

Below are the lines of Snow Patrol's You Could Be Happy.

You could be happy and I won't know;
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go.

And all the things that I wished I had not said;
Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head.

Is it too late to remind you how we were;
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur.

Most of what I remember makes me sure;
I should have stopped you from walking out the door.

You could be happy, I hope you are;
You made me happier than I'd been by far.

Somehow everything I own smells of you;
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true.

Do the things that you always wanted to;
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do.

More than anything I want to see you, girl
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world.