In one way, at least, our lives really are like movies. The main cast consists of your family and friends. The supporting cast is made up of neighbours, co-workers, teachers, and daily acquaintances. There are also bit players: the supermarket checkout girl with the pretty smile, the friendly bartender at the local watering hole. And there are thousands of extras - those people who flow through every life like water through a sieve, seen once and never again. The teenager browsing graphic novels at Angus and Robertson, the one you had to slip past Jay (murmuring 'Excuse me') in order to get to your 'how to fix a broken computer' mags. The woman in the next lane at a stoplight, taking a moment to freshen her lipstick. The mother wiping ice cream off her toddler's face in a roadside restaurant where you stopped for a quick hello with KFC chicken skin. The door-to-door salesman who sold you a computer piece that ended up being a piece of dog bone....
Jay...I am the girl that will be your ABBA song in the down times....the girl that will pick you up when you did a off-the-cuff chess move...the girl that will love, adore and look after you always....where do I fit into your life?
Easy.
I am the girl who will kiss you wildly and lovingly after gaming with the nerds...
I love you Jay...