Elly Grey

"You and me?" "You, me and bread and cheese, please..." "And the wine?" "Nah... A drink from your lips, drunk on your eyes".

 Hold them and then hold them a little longer. Hold them tight because you don't know when you'll hold them again. 

"Let's dance!" "I can't dance! I have two left feet". "Oh stop it! Everybody can dance. You've just got to close your eyes and feel the music. Here, hold my hand and follow me". "Ugh, the things you make me do!". "Quiet. See? Now we're dancing. It's not hard. Is it?" "Well, no it isn't. But it's because you're with me. Everything's easier when you're with me". "Look at you Mr. Twinkle Toes. We're in sync".  "Let's dance like this forever?" "Forever ...".  

"But you don't watch the actual movie with me. You always fall asleep!" "I do watch! We watched 'Gladiator' the other night, remember?" "You fell asleep!" "No I didn't. I was snug on your chest and woke up to tell you that "This is my favourite scene"".  "You "woke up" to tell me?" "Yes..."

Keep singing. That's the trick to life. Sing for yourself. Sing for them. In any way, your lung capacity grows and your voice gets more beautiful. They'll hear it eventually.

 I think about you often and how your life is now. I know you're not happy. I know you're pretending to be. And you're probably thinking about me everyday, especially at times when your life gets hard. You're thinking of me, knowing what we had was a one in a million and it wasn't perfect because nothing is, but it was peaceful, happy and good. But that's gone now. And so all I can wish for you is peace. You chose. You lost. I won. 

 Jasmine, I call my 'childhood smell'. I must have been 3 years old when I used to crawl under a huge jasmine and play underneath its canopy. The fragrance was overwhelmingly beautiful. And now whenever I get a whiff of jasmine in the Spring air, I'm 3 years old again.

 Do you know what we crave?  We crave emotional intimacy.  We search for the one who will make us feel safe, heard, loved and secure.  But people don't have time for that.  They'll give you the physical intimacy without the attachment.  And what we crave is attachment.  Belonging. 

Love is simple.  Is it really?  We wish it could be but how many of us feel it, but can't express it?  How many of us yearn for it and don't get it? How many sleep at night wanting to be held and to not feel so alone, even when there's a person lying right next to them? Is it really that simple?

 Perfect love, perfect lovers, perfect lives.  They do not exist.  What does exist and what matters, is the feeling, and the moment that is shared. Perfect words, perfect touches, perfect endings, Do not exist. What matters is what is now.

"I love you". "Mhm".

 The awkwardness that is Us. The wrong timing.  The wrong place.  Things that shouldn't have been said.  Us.  The suppression.  The sadness.  The longing to be. The awkwardness that is y ou and me. 

 Life's too short. You know that right?  So please come soon so we can spend our days together.  Call when you can so I can hear your voice.  Message in the microseconds between tasks so I know you're thinking of me too.  Because life's too short for this distance between me and you. 

 And when someone makes you happy, so happy inside, nothing else matters. 

But that's what it is, a wave. It comes towards you as a swell, it goes up high, higher than you, and you're under it and you come out the other side of it. It's just a wave and you ride it however you can, until there's sadness no more. 

 "You love too hard. You love too deeply, too much. You should see if the other is reciprocating it too?"  "What does that mean? How do measure love? You either love someone or you don't. You can't measure it in depths! "Oh, I love you 57%, no more than that though". If I love, I just do." "And what will happen to your love the day he tells you that he doesn't love you?" "Good question. They say we die twice in life. Once when you physically die and the second time is when someone utters your name for the last time. And there's a third, when that little light you kept on just for them extinguishes. Then loves gone".