Michele's Point of View
We were eating peacefully when Corbyn got up and walked back to his car.
When he came back he had a guitar in his hands.
"What are you doing," I asked, knowing exactly what he was about to do.
"I'm gonna sing you a song," he said.
"My favorite song or and original song," I asked.
"An original song if you must know," he said.
"I'm excited to hear it."
"I'm excited for you to hear it. I wrote this song a few weeks after I walked out of your house. And then finished it up after I talked to you on Tuesday."
I just looked at him and smiled as I took a bite of a chocolate covered apple slice.
"You know me the best.
You know my worst, see me hurt, but you don't judge.
That, right there, is the scariest feeling.
Opening and closing up again.
I've been hurt so I don't trust.
Now here we are, staring at the ceiling.
I've said those words before but it was a lie.
And you deserve to hear them a thousand times.
If all it is is eight letter
Why is it so hard to say?
If all it is is eight letters
Why am I in my own way?
Why do I pull you close
And then ask you for space?
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
Isn't it amazing how almost line on our hands align
When your hand's in mine.
It's like I'm whole again, isn't that a sign
I should speak my mind?
I've said those words before but it was a lie.
And you deserve to hear those words a thousand times.
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
If all it is is eight letters
Why am I in my own way?
Why do I pull you close
And then as you for space?
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
When I close my eyes.
It's you there in my eyes.
When I close my eyes.
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
If all it is is eight letters
Why am I in my own way?
Why do I pull you close
And then ask you for space?
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
If all it is is eight letters.
When I close my eyes
It's you there in my mind
When I close my eyes.
If all it is is eight letters.
When I close my eyes
It's you there in my mind
When I close my eyes.
If all it is is eight letters," he sang.
"I loved that," I said as he set his guitar next to him.
"I'm glad," he said. "Now let's clean up so we can look at the stars."
After we cleaned up everything, we brought a few more blankets and some pillows for us to lie with.
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FanfictionWhen old friends reconnect a lot happens. Some are good... And some are sad and heartbreaking. Based on the Corbyn Besson Imagine, Space, written by me.
