Someday.

How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren´t we able
To see the signs that we missed
and tried to turn the tables?
I wish you´d unclench your fists
and unpack your suitcase
Lately there´s been too much of this,
but don´t think it´s too late
Nothin´s wrong just as long as you know that someday I will

Someday, somehow I´m gonna make it alright,
but not right now
I know you´re wondering when
(You´re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow I´m gonna make it alright,
but not right now
I know you´re wondering when
And I hope that since we´re here anyway,
we can end it, saying
Things we´ve always needed to say,
so we can end up staying

Now the story´s played out like this
just like a paperback novel
Let´s rewrite an ending that fits
instead of a Hollywood horror

Nothin´s wrong just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow I´m gonna make it alright,
but not right now
I know you´re wondering when
(You´re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow I´m gonna make it alright,
but not right now
I know you´re wondering when
(You´re the only one who knows that)

How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren´t we able
To see the signs that we missed
and tried to turn the tables?
I wish you´d unclench your fists
and unpack your suitcase
Lately there´s been too much of this,
but don´t think it´s too late

Nothin´s wrong just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow I´m gonna make it alright,
but not right now
I know you´re wondering when
(You´re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow I´m gonna make it alright,
but not right now
I know you´re wondering when
(You´re the only one who knows that)
I know you´re wondering when
(You´re the only one who knows that)
I know you´re wondering when...


love
_wolfling_

turn back time

Stop.
Rewind.
Back to 3:10 today.
George.
See her smile.
Hear him greet me.
Talk to him.
Laugh with her.
A gift.
A heart-twist.
Pain.
Ignore.
Wait till later.
Sit in her seat.
Let him gaze
Over my shoulder.
Feel her cheek near mine.
Walk out with him.
Grin at her.
/forget, tally-m'gal/
Talk with him.
Put my arm around her.
Play the lady.
Talk of marriage.
Hers. His.
Of Leyna.
Of Liam
(pain)
(ignore)
(later).
Of Dama.
Of everything.
Let him escort him.
Let her open the door for me.
He drives me home.
She bids me farewell.
Life goes on.
Stop.
Rewind.
Back to 3:10 today.
George.
See him smile.
Hear her greet me...


George. One of the few people I feel comfortable enough to link arms with in public, to walk with and laugh with, and know that no-one else understands the words we say. Who calls me dear and Tally-m'gal and has always threatened to steal me away from Liam. Named after a book character. Always smiling. Getting older, but never growing away.

She can still - he can still - switch from Grace to George in an instant.

Grace. When you have an odd name, you bond with those who have that name. So we came together. Became friends. Don't remember how. She is taller than me, with very long brown hair darker than mine. Hazel eyes and a sharpish chin. Will wear skirts, but prefers her boy cousin's hand-me-downs. Wears contacts and an interesting expression.

They've become inseperable in my mind, Grace and George, George and Grace.

George. He brought me to Dama, my enemy and my friend. I brought him to Leyna, who, though a good 6 years younger, became his instant friend and later, his fiancee. No, that's a story you don't want. She's 11 now, this child. He's almost 18.

Both. He and she, him and her. My friend, my fellow thief, my fellow Grace.



I saw her today. At the library. He drove me home, needing directions. She gave me a late "marriage" present. That hurt. A lot. He doesn't know yet. For those who understand, you know the pain.


I have no more strength to write.


Love,
_wolfling_