For some reason I’ve always been afraid of the day—that Fred Astaire would die. And it happened, and I feel like I thought I would feel. Just awful. Just terrible. He was the greatest stylist, and the most elegant American in films we’ve ever had.
Liza Minnelli on June 22, 1987, the day Fred Astaire died
today i noticed that life is very short. life is so short that we must follow our dreams. that we must kiss the person we love. that we must say hello to strangers. eat that creamy chocolate bar we were craving. leave our friends and family with hugs and kisses instead of just saying goodbyes. we should look at the sky. gaze at the stars and count it too. smell the flowers, pick it and give it to your neighbours. look at our lovers face and memorize the twinkle in their eyes when they talk about their day. call our mothers. call our old friends. dance the night away till your feet give up. enjoy the little things before it’s too late. before it’s too late to enjoy life.
I wanna travel with you. I wanna lay and walk with you on the beach, watching the sunset, kiss you and hear the sound of waves. I wanna visit hand in hand cities with you. I wanna take 1000 pictures with you at the prettiest places of the world.
I think it’s just the day to day craziness. It was very, just, like, fun all the time, you know. For instance, at awkward interviews or whatever, like, they were our favorite interviews. So if it was going south, we would make sure it went further south.
I was driving home today as I passed by all the places we used to go together. It was in the midst of our bittersweet memories when I realized I took you to all my favorite places.
All my favorite places that I can never return to again.
Soon, you will have wrinkles on your face with grey hair and a hand that is not mine, for you to hold. By then, you will probably forget the look on my face when I first met you, and the smile I wore whenever I had the chance to see you. Perhaps by then, my name is all you can remember, and I will be alright with that. At least, you still remember one thing about me, even if it happens to be almost nothing.
Everything about him was beautiful.
His hair, his eyes, his smile, his skin.
Even his back was beautiful.
But on the night he walked away
was the last image
and it was
the worst thing
to be seen.