FOR MEL

I love the way we put beautiful flowers you gave me in a blender in the laundry and China tries to have a bath in the kitchen sink. You make me so happy. The horse and carriage you took me on rode us around the city and everywhere I looked reminded me of you and even the driver; country and smelling of horse, teaching us that riding a horse was like riding a woman- it was all so perfectly you. I hope you know the pawprints on my back are not about being a kitten, or even my little China or awful Fleta but something of you too, steps of our journey. Now I have something of you on my skin- not just under my skin.I love you Mel. I love that you can still tell me new secrets, sing loud cheesy music on the train platform, dance in each other's eyes aand complain about long walks to Mcdonalds. I love that you can say you're sorry without apologising for the wonderful, complex person you are. I love that you can accept me and fall asleep next to me on the floor in front of the tv. I love that that's only one weekend of our lives.