Take a little time to feel around before it's gone
You won't let go but still keep from falling down
Remember how you save me now from all of my wrongs
Don't let go.
She moved slightly within my arms as she said it and I tightened the embrace. Pressing into me as if she wanted as much of her touching me as possible and no more words were spoken; none were needed.
It was one of those spring days you never really forget; that day you think about when falling rain and the cold of winter washes the colour away. It's that day you think about when nothing is going right and you wish to be elsewhere. For me, it would always be the day when the rest of my life began; when my life became, our life.
Earlier that day she'd looked at me sideways and through narrowed eyes as I'd drove down the dirt road towards the creek. Fields sped by as my truck kicked up plumes of dust obscuring the road and world behind us.
She knew something was up but not what was up. She'd poked and prodded but I'd remained silent. She'd tried bribery, even pulled her summer dress up just a little too high as she sat in the shotgun seat beside me. I welcomed it but it didn't help her; it only served to almost cause a wreck as I looked and nearly drove off the road.
We were going to a place we'd found a year past; our special place. It was the first place we'd been intimate. Lucky the trees can't talk, she'd say sometimes and I agreed. We came here often, day and night, and shared the most intimate of moments - Yes, a very good thing the trees had no eyes or voice, the stories they could tell if they had. I kept driving and she kept wondering.
Hours later we sat at our special place beside the creek, the sounds of flowing water and singing birds the only sound we needed or wanted. The remnants of the picnic we'd shared lay forgotten on the edge of the blanket...And her dress was discarded somewhere too, laying wherever she'd flung it.
We sat together, my shirtless back propped against a tree, blue jeans unbuttoned and boots kicked off and laying haphazardly a few metres away. She leaned back against my bare chest, most of her bikini on, and my arms encircling her body. I felt her breathing within my embrace; not quite as hard as she was an hour ago, just a rhythmic rise and fall of her chest that pushed parts of her against my arms in a pleasing fashion. Her skin was cool to the touch; soft and supple and her body felt totally relaxed.
That was the day my life became our life.
She'd said yes before I'd gotten all the words out. She'd kissed me then. I didn't mind. I slipped the ring onto her finger and she kissed me again...Some time later she managed to find her bikini and put most of it back on. I enjoyed the view, as always. I don't know why she bothered with the tiny bikini as the small act of modesty was pointless, there was no one for miles. I didn't mind though, it left just enough to the imagination and I knew it would come off again anyway.
We sat quietly by that tree, her back pressed into my chest and my arms encircling her body both happy knowing it was these moments we'd remember in years to come.
Don't let go, she breathed.
She moved slightly in my arms as she said it and I tightened the embrace in response. She pressed into me as if she wanted as much of her bare skin touching mine as possible and I tilted my head forward and whispered in her ear...
I won't let you go.
Hey folks, I realised I hadn't done my Sunday track as I've previously done over the last several weeks; I was busy with chores and gardening yesterday. So, I know it's Monday but here's my Sunday track...On Monday.
The story above is based on the track title - This track was the first one that played when I hit random play on my liked-songs playlist yesterday morning. I added the story above because I can and wanted to.
Design and create your ideal life, don't live it by default - Tomorrow isn't promised so be humble and kind
Discord: galenkp#9209
So your next career move is blindingly obvious - romance novels. 😆 Beautiful, and everything this tired and slightly jaded woman needed to read on a hot Monday evening as I am contemplating the STUPIDITY of scheduling a 6pm meeting at my home.
The role of both memory and romance can't be understated in a tired, faded and angsty-jaded world.
Tomorrow isn't promised. Engraved in my Being.
Why thank you Marike. It's just fun for me, something I do because I can and it is what it is, good or bad. I never finished high school and recall an English teacher telling me, you'll never amount to anything. I'm not sure my writing is anything much at all, but I am, and so she was wrong. It justifies my efforts when I get comments like yours - I'm sure my English teach would have failed me though. :)
Thanks for your comment. I hope that 18:00 appointment goes well.
Note to Marike: Don't schedule dumb-ass meetings for 18:00 at home. 😃
This is motivating to me. Sometimes we feel like just letting go and not making efforts to keep hanging on.
I enjoyed the fiction and the ones we love, we shouldn't let them when they are falling.
I am downloading the music. I love it because it speaks to me.
Thank you for this wonderful post 🙂
Hey there, thanks for your comments which I really appreciate. It's a nice song and can mean many different things depending upon whos listening. I'm pleased you like it.
The joy of finding that person who we see the world in, and we would gladly take a bullet for, and they too for us!
Thank you for sharing, it evokes nostalgic feelings, sometimes it is very easy to just get lost in trying to figure oneself out that we easily forget some aspects about ourselves still exist, but a good reminder that we eventually do get there when the time is right with the right person!
I couldn't say what you said any better so I won't try, just agree.
Beautiful! You brought tears to my eyes. :) Thank you for sharing your talent with us. :)
Thank you for saying so. I'm very appreciative of your comments and for you taking the time to read.
Beautiful theme for a song, sometimes we cling too tightly to a feeling and do not want to let go, while everything is good is good not to let go, I will download the song I loved it and your story fiction also, greetings.
Thanks for your nice comments, I really appreciate it. I'm glad you liked the song too.
Have I said it before? You are a fantastic writer!
The scenes in this romance fiction were vividly playing in my mind as I read it. The narrator chose to keep his lady in suspense and I think it's anxiety, whether she would say yes or no. And she said, yes to his proposal! The start of a new life!
I love this story and the track. I see how James Morrison inspired you. Happy Monday! 🙂
Thank you, I appreciate you saying so. I try to make what I write believable and draw a lot from my own life.
Beautiful story, It was captivating and I enjoyed every bit of it.
For me it was like seeing what if feels like from the eyes of a man, understanding the thought that was put into it. I can imagine some of the things that was going through the lady's mind but it ended as just happiness and good memories.
Thanks for reading and commenting. I've written from a woman's perspective in the past but it was very difficult because I am not one. The piece was well-received though and so maybe I made it work. I'm glad you liked this little fiction. :)
It is understandable why a woman's perspective may be a little difficult, I'm glad you made it work.
I loved it, Thanks for sharing
You are such a tease.
Of course, nobody has that good an imagination, so fact mingles with fiction or not, but, that aside, a beautiful write.
Brava!
Thank you, I appreciate you reading and commenting as always. Drawing from my life helps me write stuff and so I draw from my life.
I also deliver sometimes too.
Yes. In fact, you did. :) Your writes are so poignantly beautiful, I am actually shocked when I see so few reading them. They have no idea what they are missing.
High praise indeed Denise. I'm humbled and pleased in equal measure.
I don't know why people don't read them...Maybe I need to add some explicit text to them? I could I guess, but I don't want to go down that track...These writes are not designed to be x-rated, just human. In truth I write for me though, the enjoyment and other reasons, and that a few people also find some value is enough.
I write what I feel, what I've felt, and I hope people see that and maybe remember a moment in which they felt the same. I'll probably never know it, but that doesn't negate that remembrance and the emotions it brings to them.
Thanks again Swigs, I really appreciate it.
So romantic! It sounds real (if it's not real). I love it!
There's always an element of reality in everything I write, fiction or not. The trick is working out what that is...Or is it all real, hidden behind the tag fiction?
Same here bro, in fact, I know nothing about fiction so whatever I write is a story my own but I give it a little twist so I don't become a laughing stock :)
This very creative and inspiring if I may say, thanks for sharing @galenkp
Thank you, it's nice of you to read and comment.
This could serve as a writtings, art and even music lyrics. Wonderful post
Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment.
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