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.