I've been in this play before. I've heard and spoken these lines.
Will I speak them to you? I will. But first, about this fly.
I'll tell you about it being my reincarnated friend, Smita. She's back to swim in my ointment. She's back to tell me it's okay to be careless with what you wish for.
Her soul would fly up among my wishes. As a fly she can't fly anywhere but around me, so she flies to where I stand and stays in my hand.
I take her back to that stage where we began. With no mouth to speak her lines she still gives them to me. I would say:
"She never understood. I only ever wanted to love her."