Hi.I know it’s been a long time and I’ve lived another life time since we met. In answer to my last question,it was sixteen months and three days until my heart was my own again,and then,predictably and painfully,it was plucked, once again, from my bruised body,flying high above my head into her arms.Someone new,but still…

I can charm the birds from the trees,the leaves from the autumn wind and the salt from the ocean,but she is stuck, at the back and bottom of her wardrobe,hands over her ears as I sing my sweet, siren song. Sometimes we swap places and she knocks incessantly at the door,as I shake my head…

You’re not going to believe this.She took me to dinner and then we sat, nervously in the dark as a movie I didn’t much care for played.I mean…all of our friends came too,but they collapsed into a blur behind us and it was nothing but me, a nervous wreck, and her, a tempest of blue…