Elly Grey

 I told him how much I love his face.  It embarrasses him, I know, as he has tried to push away that attention before. But I truly think that you should tell someone what you are thinking and how much you adore them. 

 "If I let you go, would you come back?" "Why are you letting me go?" "Because I love you" "You're releasing me, and you love me, and you want to know if I'd return?" "Yes" "My days wouldn't make sense without you. I would wander aimlessly, not knowing what to do. Lost so I would come straight back to you".

 Some faces you don't forget. You look at them, their eyes and expression and you wonder what they are thinking about. Lost deep in their mind, taking in the scenery. Not noticing that they've been captured forever (I didn't even know his name).

When she rages. When she's furious. When she feels her voice is shut down. That's when you need to get out of her way. Because she's had enough.  She's giving you time to tell her the truth, or... run. 

 It's 11.11... And? Nothing. Just another hour and another number of minutes.  I used to find magic in this but I don't anymore.  Some special things lose their spark. Some die silent deaths.  Some don't explain and think it's okay to do that. Some move on without looking back.  11.11 I wish for peace.

A silent dance swayed  within my heart. A made up fantasy of us.  Blown away now  like dandelion seeds. Never to be found again, together.

I want to know this from you, why are you here? When this goes nowhere, you don't love me, you put me last, you don't care to express emotion, we have nothing in common, you are aloof, you won't let go either,  Then why are you here?  What is it that keeps you, what is it that keeps the control, what is it that you can't let go?  Why are you here?  You will never say but I still ask, for my sake,  Why are you here? 

 He does not say it directly, But what he does utter, tells me his truth. I hear every word,  And what he is feeling.  And I can say this,  That deeper than those words we long to hear,  Are feelings that rise as emotions. No words are needed, when it can only be felt. 

 Imagine being told that they want you again in the next life. That, what they've gone through with you here, the good, the bad, and all in between, they would do it all over again with you.  "I would love you all over again and more"

 Big arms that can fix anything by holding me.

 I always seem to get teary a lot. A scene, a song, a thought, a memory and my tears flow.  I thank goodness that a lot of the time I am alone and I can let them flow. It's a privilege to feel. 

 I'm trying to stay afloat But some days I'm drowning.  Treading water gets tiring.  How long for now?

 And still I wait for you to return. I'm in the same place. I haven't moved. Just in case, You forget where we used to meet.

 Why does the saying say: if you love someone let them go? Why would you let them go? Especially if you love them? Wouldn't that be complete sadness and misery? I'm not going to let you go. I'm going to love you more.