Elly Grey

  If you say so, I will take your word for it. I will not question it or judge.  I will feel secure and loved.  I will hold your word in regard and know that what you say it is is true.  And then I want nothing else.  But to be loved by you. 

Wait with me until I've finished my tea and read the tea leaves, to see what they say about you and me. 

 I bury the memory of you. You were my one love, my ever after, my hand to hold. My person I was meant to grow old with. Nobody left me ever, like you did. I still cannot comprehend it sometimes but I know this...  That you are never coming back and that will be my forever pain.  I don't think I can trust again. I don't want my heart broken again. I don't want to open up again.  You were meant to stay, to stay loyal and be mine. Did you notice my anguish, my hurt, my tears? Did you notice how broken I was, am?

 And then will come the day when this particular date won't matter to me anymore. Just like it didn't matter to you.

 I really do wonder if I truly do love to drink coffee. Do I? I'm actually a person who loves tea but I'll order a coffee when out. Is it that I love delectable coffee shops, their ambiance and vibe? Is it that I love to observe, the people inside, their faces, especially their smiles? I will wait for my cup in anticipation, wanting to see the coffee art that will appear on top. Did the barista make a perfect heart? I'll order a fancy cake as a side piece. I'll savour both slowly, slower than my usual pace. I'm not hurried or worried. I don't need to be anywhere because I've deliberately taken time to be here. It's a sensory experience. A savoured one. 

 I hide him cryptically so there are no questions.  And you're right, as I've said before, he's always there.  And my heart knows no bounds as he resides in these walls

 "No. Tell me that you missed me first". "I missed you". (And she hoped with her dear, sweet heart that his words were true just as much as she had missed him and deep as her 'I love you's).