Golden, Fire and Magic... that's the answer I give to people whenever they wonder about us, they just nod and smile thinking we're too poetic for them to understand, and honestly, we are.
You and I, have the world eating from the palm of our hands...
"I don't ever want something like that to happen again," I laid my head on his shoulder and he put his on top of mine.
"I think we need to tell each other how we feel, always, this was my fault, love, I was sinking and I never said a word, it started with that reporter I punched... but I just avoided the fact that I was breaking down," he spoke softly, there was no pain in his voice anymore, he did focus on getting better when we were apart and that made me deeply proud, "Doesn't matter how messed up we think our feelings are, we should always share them with the other, deal?" I nodded and sighed.
"I'm scared, Harry," I confessed and he put his hand on my chin making me look at him, "Now that I know what it's like to lose you... to lose us, it scares the hell out of me, I don't want to hurt like that ever again,"
"I can't promise you we will be together forever, but I can promise that I want to be with you forever," he grabbed my face between his hands and kissed my forehead, "I will always fight for us, because I don't want to hurt like that either,"
"Unconditionally, completely, forever yours," I pecked his lips and hugged him, I can't tell what happened but now that we were together again, kissing wasn't an act of passion, we shared soft kisses but the hugs that day were healing, warm, protective, intimate...
We sat there in silence holding on to each other and just staring at the wall in front of us, "These are going to be the longest 2 months of my life," he whispered breaking the silence.
"We'll both be busy, and I don't care what happens I will call you everyday, even if it's just to fall asleep on the line, we got this," for once I was optimist that we could do this.
"I'd like that," he stood up in a swift movement and opened the closet, I waited in the same spot until I saw what he was looking for, he came back holding his guitar, "I need you to sing lover for me,"
"Only if you join me," he helped me get on my feet and we sat in the middle of the bed across from each other, I loved the fact that he had the chords memorized.
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He played a slower version of the song, I liked it, I think it would have worked as an acoustic song too, I sang through the first verse and chorus as he looked at me, and then he changed the lyrics to the next verse, I loved what he did, those lyrics meant so much to me coming from him and after all we had been through in the last months...
"We could light a bunch of candles and dance around the kitchen, baby," he sang softly as he strummed, I felt like those lyrics didn't just come up to him, he probably had them on his mind for a while, maybe since I wrote him the song, or when I released it... "Pictures of when we were young would hang on the wall, we would sit on the stoop and I'll sing love songs to you when we're eighty," he looked at me in the eye with the most sincere small smile, "See, I finally got you now, honey, I won't let you fall,"
I joined in harmony for the chorus and it felt just like the first time we sang together, the connection and chemistry between us was even stronger than the time we recorded the acoustic version of falling for you, all the feelings we shared the first time were still there, but this time they were mixed with all the adventures we lived together from that moment on, the bad memories and heartbreak washed away from my body as our voices mixed.
