The world was on fire and no one could save me but youHe's on a roll presently and I don't know what to do about it short of wait for his intensity to wane. Like it always does. He'll get distracted by bright lights and the remains of the day and forget what he was so focused on.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
He was fooling around with the guitar and stole the opportunity, singing a song I haven't heard for a while and my goosebumps rose up and he laughed softly and asked me why I was invoking my no-slip grip when he hadsn't even touched me yet but the song had left me rather speechless, lobotomized and frozen stiff.
Exactly the opposite of the effect he thought it was having.
I shook my head. He further capitalized and kept on singing. And he sang it over and over again, almost five times until on the fifth time Duncan called down the hall for him to Can it already. We get it.
He put the guitar on the floor and settled back in, pulling me in close, kissing the top of my head.
Just like old times. He whispered.
We couldn't afford a guitar back then, Lochlan. Or a couch. Or a roof that didn't leak, for that matter.
Do you have any good memories of life before obligations?
There were always obligations, we just had fun fulfilling them so it didn't seem like a burden.
It was so simple. Everything is so complicated now.
Only if we let it be that way, but yes, all of my memories are good memories except for the ones that are bad.
Thanks for clearing that up.
Anytime.