I wanted to be you. I wanted to to be where you were entirely. I wanted to be your piano. I wanted you to play me, play my bones. Press the keys until I snapped. I wanted your fingertips to release the melody I felt only for you. I wanted to be your dog, wanted to be your bed. I wanted to be your happiness. What else could I do? I just stood there in my black evening gown scratching myself where you wouldn't see. I was crying the whole time we were dancing.
"Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to London, with all that distance between us. I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly."