Falling Stars [h.s]

Chapter 52

Aurora

"Have you really written songs about me?"

"Too many to count. A lot of them I wrote six years ago when we were still together. I stopped for a while because it didn't seem right of me to write about you after I left you.I hadn't written anything for a long time after that but when I received your letters I got this feeling inside of me to start writing again. The only person I wanted to write a song for was you."

I smiled at the thought. It felt nice, calming and reassuring knowing he wrote about me. He leaned over me to open the glove department and pulled out a small journal. "I want you to have this."

"What is it?" I asked as I took the journal from him.

"All the songs I have ever written for you. Towards the end the journal goes blank, maybe you will be inspired to write your own." I scanned the pages of the journal, all of a sudden getting an excited feeling. I couldn't wait to read them. All his thoughts. All his emotions. Every single feeling he has ever felt.

"Thank-you"

"I want you to be able to have trust in me Aurora. I'll do whatever it takes to make you see I only want to make you happy not doubtful. Have faith in me. Believe in me once in a while. Know that every single word that I speak to you is the truth. Please have a little reassurance that I truly do want to be with you. This is only the start, but I promise, I will prove to you that you are the one I want to be with."

"I believe you Harry."

"I'm sorry for not stopping Priscilla today. It was wrong on my part to let something like that happen and not say anything about it, but please know that she and I are not together anymore. The divorce will be finalized tomorrow."

"What about your kids?" My intentions were not to take Harry from his kids at all. I would never try to intentionally keep him from his kids or keep them from being with him.

"We have agreed to co parent in a steady and mature manner."

"That's good, for their sake."

Harry turned to the back of the car where Layla was fast asleep. "Why don't we go inside."

"I will take Layla and put her to bed. You should go home."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." I got out of the car, quickly going to the back and carefully picking up Layla to carry her inside. I waved goodbye to Harry and bid a good night.

"Goodnight."

After putting Layla to bed, I went into my bedroom and laid under my covers with the journal in hand. I gently ran my fingers over the leather cover of the journal before I opened it to the first page. On the top of the page was written in bold letters: 'If I Could Fly' I attentively read the words on the page, making sure I really understood it and remembered it.

"For your eyes only, I'll show you my heart. For when you're lonely And forget who you are, I'm missing half of me When we're apart." I repeated the line a few times. It was the one line in this page that really struck out to me. The words in his songs held a lot of emotion, I can tell. More emotional than any of the letters he's written to me. He did say writing lyrics brought him ease and comfort. He was able to express himself without judgement and criticism. Reason being he was able to be more expressive in his songs.

I turned to the next pages, reading page after page and not once getting tired or bored. I can only imagine how hard it was for him to share this with me. He'd never shared his songs with anyone else because he didn't believe they were good enough. I'd say otherwise. His lyrics were brilliant. They were meaningful and they were true to who he really was. I had to say my favorites I came across were two titled Perfect and A.M.

Finally I got to the last page. This song was titled Cherry. This ones words stuck to me, I kept going back to it to read it over and over again. It had some sort of affect on me, I couldn't quite understand why. It was the last song he's written in this journal. It is also a recent song. Written only three months ago. I really couldn't interpret these lyrics into the way he would.

They held a lot of emotion; I didn't want to mislead his words.

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