Places That Belong To You
James Newton Howard/Alan & Marilyn Berman
mornings
evenings
days
that hurried past
dreams that should have lasted
moments
hours
slipping by as we
told each other secrets
somehow I never let go of the mem'ries
something always seems to remind me
of how it was
of what it was
when it was all that was
laugther
lovesongs
footsteps
that I hear make
me think you're near me
poems
pictures
letters never mailed
boats that never sailed
remember
that even though we can't be together
we're more for having loved one another
we shared the sky
we learned to fly
someday when someone else's arms
are around us
when time has put some distance
between us
the years will kindly show
how mem'ries come and go
they haven't flown like the tides
here - a quiet place is in my heart
ever since we parted
gentler
tender
traces of a song
places that belong to you
sung by Barbra Streisand � unknown
Here is the letter Edmund wrote to Brooke:
Dear Brooke, I came back to Pine Valley because I'd heard that Angelique had come back from the dead. Miracle of miracles. Then I met you and you brought me back. Another miracle because I didn't know how dead to the world I was before there was you. I've spent the lion's share of the past few months railing against my fate and rotten timing. What if? What if? What if? What if I'd settled all the old scores before I'd met you? But what if is a game for fools.
The true miracle is that our paths ever crossed at all. An immovable object - me encounters a remarkable force - you, and I'm changed forever. You showed me there's more to life than getting out of the wrong side of the bed in the morning. Great, good reasons to celebrate everyday. You opened your life to me when mine was still a closed book gathering dust on some long forgotten shelf.
Every picture told a story. Every page held some new delight. I've tried to memorize every picture, every word. I'll never forget how good you made my life. I hope you find the same happiness in whatever lies ahead. I wish you every joy life has to offer. And above all I want to thank you (Tears are welling in Brooke's eyes) for you, my sweet Brooke. By being who you are you have shown me the way back home to myself.
Love, Edmund.
P.S. This was written with ample blood, sweat and tears. Any split infinitives I don't want to hear about them.
