Of who you are, of who you’re going to be

Of who you’ll always be, a wonderful person to me

You laid me down and told me to rest

You told me all about this wonderful feeling

You kissed me again and I felt so blessed

I felt that for love, there is no healing

And if you’d ever go away, I swear

I will leave you, I will go with you, anywhere

And if you’d ever leave me, I swear

That nothing would stop me from breaking

You laid me down and told me to rest

You told me all about this wonderful feeling

You kissed me again and I felt so blessed

I felt that for love, there is no healing

You laid me down and told me to rest

You told me all about this wonderful feeling

You kissed me again and I felt so blessed

I felt that for love, there is no healing

I look up, expecting her to be laughing at me, or frowning her eyebrows, wondering how the hell I came up with this bullshit.

“That was… beautiful,” she says. I notice to my amazement she has a single tear in her eye. Did I do that?

Tina Kennard

It’s my own fault I have to stop myself from crying. I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have imagined that she was singing it for me, completely, like she wrote it for me. This is probably a song for Carmen.

“You… you must really like Carmen… a lot,” I manage to say. She looks surprised, than comprehenisve.

“Yeah, she means a lot to me,” she smiles. She beams with pride.

“So, you wrote it for her?”

Bette hesitates a brief second and than nods.

“Does she like the song?”

“I… I don’t know,” she whispers.

“How do you mean? What did she say?”

“I… She hasn’t heard it yet.”

“Oh, so… are you going to let her hear it?”

“I don’t know. It’s just… what if it scares her off? What if she thinks I’m going way too fast? And so much of it comes out of my imagination… it’s not like we have that much of a history.”

“You should try,” I encourage her. She looks at me again. Those deep, chocolate eyes, that mouth, slightly opened, the worried look on her face, so sweet… I can’t stand it anymore.

“I have to go,” I say. “My mom…” I trail off. Bette nods apprehensively.

I change my mind. “There’s just one thing.” I look at her, I hesitate. I make up my mind, walk towards her. I hesitate again, should I… or not?

“Please stand up”, I whisper. She stands up, laying her guitar away.

I pull her closer, in my arms, and before I know it, I’m doing it, I’m kissing her. She opens her mouth, our tongues start a slow dance. I close my eyes. My hands go to her back, press her closer. I’m in heaven. I feel her body against mine, I taste her lips and her tongue and I’m dizzy, I’m drunk.

I pull away as I realise what I’m doing. “I’m sorry,” I say, and I quickly leave her room, get out of the house. What the hell was I thinking?