Page 109 of The Interview
When they’re looking at me,
Never forget
I only see you
And my view’s better.
Long legs
Blue eyes
Those curves
And those lips
My view’s better.
After that is “Butterfly Kisses”, and I have no choice but to sit through it.
My mum wipes tears from her eyes as Sean sings.
With a gentle touch, like tiny fingers,
Butterfly kisses in our hearts will linger
The silent tears
Only a broken heart would know
Unspoken pain
At not watching you grow.
And then it cuts to “The Story of Us”, the song Sean had written especially for that day.
I close my eyes and allow my memory to take me back there.
To the crowd singing Happy Birthday to me.
Milo making me stand in an exact spot so Sean could see me.
The songs…
My lover, my life,
My wife and best friend,
The story of us
Will never end.
But it did.
“Why were you there that day?” Daniel asks. “What was the lead-up to you being out on that street?”
My head spins, and it’s not just from the alcohol.
“We’d been to see my obstetrician in Harley Street. Milo was driving because parking was always shit, and Sean would get pissed off, so we just got Mi to drop us off,” I start to explain.
