Jon Ellis - I wrote this for you and only you

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Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Cover Design: Michelle Halket All Photography: Copyright Jon Ellis - For my Father. Now only in my thoughts. Dear You,You are holding in your hands what was promised to you years ago. Im sorry it took so long. But life, as is so often the case, is life and we forget about the promises weve made.You, however, are harder to forget.I know the world is crazy.

I know love is not always the way its meant to be. I know sometimes, things hurt. But I also know that well get through this. That our hearts will arrive on the other side, in one piece. That everything is beautiful, if we give it the chance to be.Ive tried to write down what I saw and what you told me and I sincerely dont think I missed anything. Let me know if I have.I love you.

I miss you.Me THE DEDICATION LIST To the small. To the star counters. To the cloud watchers. To the inspired. To the birds. To everyone whos ever cried.

To everyone whos ever tried. To those who pull themselves up off the floor. To those who can still find love in their hearts, even after everything. To those who paint the world each day with the colours of their feelings. To those who hope. Thank you. Thank you.

SUN, THE LAYERS UNSEEN There is magic even here, in gridlock, in loneliness, in too much work, in late nights gone on too long, in shopping trolleys with broken wheels, in boredom, in tax returns, the same magic that made a man write about a princess that slept until she was kissed, long golden hair draped over a balcony and fingers pricked with needles. There is magic even here, in potholes along back-country roads, in not having the right change (you pat your pockets), arriving late and missing the last train home, the same magic that caused a woman in France to think that God spoke to her, that made another sit down at the front of a bus and refuse to move, that lead a man to think that maybe the world wasnt flat and the moon could be walked upon by human feet. There is magic. Even here. In office cubicles. THE FIRST SIGN IS TAKING STRANGE PICTURES I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to.

I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesnt worry anyone. THE
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OF STRINGS And you taught me what this feels like. And then how it feels to lose it. And you showed me who I wanted.

And then who I wasnt. And you ticked every box. And then drew a line. And you werent mine to begin with. And then not to end with. And you looked like everything I wanted.

And then became something I hated. And you get thought of every day. And then not in a good way. And you let me leave. And then wish Id stayed. And you almost killed me.

But I didnt die. THE CORNERS OF YOUR MOUTH And you asked why people always expected you to smile in photographs. And I told you it was because they hoped that in the future, there would be something to smile about. THE SHAPE OF IT They want me. I want you. THE POINT OF CONTACT And then my soul saw you and it kind of went Oh there you are. THE POINT OF CONTACT And then my soul saw you and it kind of went Oh there you are.

Ive been looking for you. THE TIME IT TAKES TO FALL So if all we have is that glance in the window. If all we have is till this train stops. If all we have is till the sun comes up, till your lift picks you up. And if all we have is till the day I die. THE SEAT NEXT TO YOU When I sit near you, my hands suddenly become alien things and I dont know where to put them or what they usually do, like this is the first time Ive ever had hands and maybe they go in my pockets and maybe they dont. THE SHIPWRECK IN MY HEAD Everything you do, you pay for. THE SHIPWRECK IN MY HEAD Everything you do, you pay for.

So if youre going to kiss me, youd best be prepared to bleed. THE PATTERN IS A SYSTEM IS A MAZE Of course its complicated. If it wasnt, I probably wouldnt be interested in you. THE MISSED APPOINTMENT So yes, we could kiss. I could kiss you and you could kiss me. Theres no science, plane ticket or clock stopping us.

But if we kiss, it will end the world. And Ive ended the world before. No one survived. Least of all me. THE NEW COLOUR And their shape and their hair and their eyes and their smell and their voice.