Contrarily to common belief among english speakers, I am not a guy. I doubled checked. This has been my real nickname, since the opening day of my life. And yes, I spent quite some time amazed that Michael was singing to me personally, until I learned english, and that his Ben was a rat. Talk about disillusion.
However, I forgave him for that treachery, because he made it up to me, ô so many times.
Otornonya, meldonya, quen ninya mi mornie anes tye. Tanormë nauvan illumë. Rim hennaid. Le melon, gwador nin. Nà Elbereth veria le.
Grief is love's unwillingness to let go
Tanomë nauvan illumë, Mike. Whatever happens...