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A young girl joins a band and go through the ups and down over a decade long career in rock music.
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Debra May was held back from life by her overbearing religious mother until she heard the soft melody of 'Stairway to Heaven'. The...
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1982
With no music on my mind at that moment, I took Harry by the hand and asked him to drive us as far as he could. He and I drove in his brand new Camaro, the leather interior felt cold against my skin during the winter of 1981. We made it to Georgia a week before Christmas and stayed at a bed and breakfast, just the two of us.
I thought back to the last almost nine years of my life and how much had happened between the man I laid with, and I. He was different now, he was gentle, loving, and spoke the words that he had always written on paper but never said aloud.
He laid beside me naked, his skin is warm against mine as I faced away from him, still keeping my head on his stretched out arm. Harry was on his back, singing the song he sang to me always when we laid like this. I played with his fingers as his voice sang in the quiet room. “Sweet creature, Had another talk about where it's going wrong. But we're still young. We don't know where we're going But we know where we belong. And oh we started. Two hearts in one home. It's hard when we argue. We're both stubborn. I know, but oh, sweet creature, sweet creature. Wherever I go, you bring me home. Sweet creature, sweet creature. When I run out of road, you bring me home.”
“I love that song.” I turned to face him.
Our eyes met and he smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” What had happened when I was away was a mystery, Harry always kept that to himself. I decided to ask while we were in this state of pure bliss. Moments like this made it feel as if we could ask each other anything in the world and it wouldn't matter. “What changed Harry? While I was in rehab?”
“Hmm?” His body shifted forward to lay on his side.
“Why did we not like each other and then we came back after everything? What changed?” He seemed to think for a long time. I know for myself, my feelings for Harry never changed, simply grew.
“I think I was angry at myself. I was angry that I had corrupted you. Debra May, when I met you at seventeen I thought you were an angel that heaven let live on earth. Your hair, lips, touch, all of it was pure. You began turning into a version of yourself that I knew was my fault, I pulled you into this lifestyle and I guess sometimes I get angry for putting you in our world. But then I get mad even more, because if I had ignored you and all my feelings- well I wouldn't have you in my life.” He pulled me closer to his side. “I never want to live in a world where you don't exist.”
“Did you treat me bad in hopes I would leave you?” He cursed and tilted his head to the side and did the thing I had only seen him do twice in nine years. He began to cry.
“It's so stupid when I think of the pain I caused- you don't deserve that.” I put my hand on his cheek and tilted his head to face me. Our lips met for a gentle kiss.
We pulled away and I stared at his emerald eyes and smiled. “Harry, will you marry me again?”
