“I’ll tell you that I’ll always want you near, you say that things change.” Yeah. Elmo turned down his Tori tape and stared out his window. Two years. Another Valentine’s Day. Alone. And it was snowing that day. 20s. Cloudy. And the same thing the next day, and the next.
He had forgotten his mittens. If only he could forget her. The tape played over and over and over in his mind. Torture, or just coping?
Reaching for the power switch, he turned off the tape and the memory. Now we must dance. It will be warmer next week. The ice is slowly melting. Here comes the sun. Yeah. It’s over. It’s over. Another song …