Agnetha's POV
I just finished my interview on Skavlan tonight and it was a really lovely interview to say the least. I had an amazing time and I felt so relaxed. And with the interview airing tomorrow and everything being done for right now, I headed backstage and to get my things together and head on home. But first, I decided to relax for a bit and check my phone. And right there and then, I immediately took notice of something on my phone. A missed phone call and a voicemail to be exact. But the name of the person who called and left me the voicemail is what surprised me the most and I immediately began fearing the worst as tears began forming in my eyes. It was Björn.
I couldn't bring myself to call back and answer his voicemail. I just couldn't. He probably listened to my new album including the song I wrote for him and he most definitely hates me now. For now, I'm just going to get myself together and head on home and save my tears for then. I headed into the waiting car and from there, it was about a 45 minute to an hours drive back home to Ekerö where I can finally cry in silence, which is exactly what I wanted. But of course, I couldn't do that almost immediately because Linda, Christian, and their families were there.
"Mama!" Linda exclaimed as she greeted me when I came in. "How did the interview go?"
"It went really well," I replied smiling.
"That's good," Linda replied.
My granddaughters immediately came rushing into say hello to me and of course, I greeted them and spent time with them and the family before it was time for them to go to bed. Once that happened, I continued sitting around with my family for a while longer. However, Linda, Christian, and Jens were quick to notice my pensive mood and didn't hesitate to speak up about it.
"Mama, what's wrong?" Christian asked. "Is everything ok?"
I quickly shook my head no as I began to silently cry and suffer in silence. Linda, Christian, and Jens held me almost immediately. They had sensed my sadness all day but they did a good job of not talking about it in front of the kids. I didn't want to worry them, not to mention the fact that Tilda, Esther, and Signe are still too young. My two children and my son in law held me for a little while until I finally gathered up the courage to speak again.
"I'm so sorry guys," I replied as I began wiping my tears but to no avail. "I'm so sorry I'm always putting you guys through this! You guys don't even deserve me! Not even your father who already hates me based on this voicemail I got from him!"
I showed them the voicemail from earlier and began crying harder and my three kids began holding me tighter. It hurt them to see me this way but Björn is probably happy that I'm so upset. He probably doesn't even care. Well he stopped caring about me and how I feel once Lena came into his life.
"Mama, it's ok. We promise, we absolutely promise you," Linda replied reassuringly. "And I don't think Papa hates you. You haven't even listened to his voicemail, so how do you even know?"
"Because I just know, Linda!" I exclaimed.
"Well let's listen to it now," Linda replied.
"I don't want to!" I exclaimed through my tears. "I already know what he's going to say!"
"Mama, let's not jump into conclusions please," Christian added.
I nodded in agreement as I continued wiping my tears away and Linda grabbed my phone and began playing the voicemail.
"Hey Anna. It's me, Björn. I was hoping we can meet sometime this week or maybe next week. Well, when you possibly can because I know you've been very busy lately and so have I but I really want to see you and talk to you. It's been so long and it would be really nice if we just sat together at a cafe having some fika together, just you and me. Please let me know. I love you, Anna. I always have and I always will. I hope you know that."
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A Song for You
RomanceIt's 2012. Agnetha Fältskog is working on a new album and is asked to write a song for it. She is still heartbroken over leaving her ex-husband, Björn Ulvaeus, nearly 40 years earlier and begins writing a song for him based on a little box that she...