Fan Fiction
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«Blue jeans, white shirt…»
But (s)he headed out on Sunday, said (s)he’d come home Monday
I stayed up waiting, anticipating and pacing but
(s)he was chasing paper.
Caught up in the game, that was the last I heard
And that was the first time I realize you were drifting even more apart from me. You would go out ‘for work’ and wouldn’t come home in days. You met Josh, the producer. Every time you’d say you were going to have ‘business dinner’ with him I knew I was losing you more and more, each time you decided to offer your spare time to someone else.
You went out every night
And I can describe how much I missed you each time you weren’t there with me. While I looked at our own child. She so reminds me of you. Maybe this is the only thing left for me of you.
And baby that’s alright,
I told you that no matter what you did I’d be by your side
Maybe this is the only part of the song I don’t agree with. It wasn’t alright! And it did matter what you did, because yes, I did tell you to explore those feelings, instead I just hoped you didn’t. But you did and yes, I admitted I wouldn’t be there as soon as you got your answers.
Believe me, it tears me apart.
When you walked out that door a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more, but that’s not what I had in mind
I wanted more… I just wanted an explanation. But not the ‘I have feelings for men’ one.
I just wanted it like before
We were dancing all night
But that’s how everything ended…
Then then took you away, stole you out of my life
A man… Henry. He took you away from me. And you did it, here, in our home. In our bedroom, maybe in our bed as well. And I still remember the fight we had that night, when you decided to go away. I wasn’t yelling out of anger, I was yelling out of pain because I couldn’t keep you here, with me.
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
That was our goodbye. And oh, hell! How I hoped my eyes could speak more than those words. How I hoped you could hug me one last time… but you seem happy, or content, at least. More than how you looked when you were with me, I have to admit it.
But I won’t give up on hope.
You just need to remember.
I will love you ‘till the end of time
I would wait a million years.
The End


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