Please review, the song: Cowboy, is by Tim McGraw. I lay no claim to it. Again, please review.
She had been gone almost four weeks.
I understood that we both needed time apart, but she wouldn't even tell me, only leaving me a note saying she had taken some leave.
I guess I wasn't worth the conversation.
I don't even know how this fight even started. One minute we are in love and enjoying married life, and then she is saying we need time apart.
I guess this is what they meant by growing apart.
I know that she has to report back to work on Monday. The cases have been piling up, so the Admiral had to call her back.
The Admiral knew where my wife was, yet I didn't.
Not knowing what else to do, I finish off my beer, and grab my guitar. No chance of me sleeping tonight, might as well finish this song I have been working on.
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I have been gone for over four weeks.
I know it was the cowards way out, leaving him the way that I did. But at the time I felt I had no choice, and I still stick by that decision.
I took my suitcase out of the back of the jeep and made my way up to our apartment. I still was no clearer about where we stood, but I realized that leaving wasn't making things any better.
I could hear the faint sounds of Harm's guitar down the hall, and as I got closer I stopped to listen.
I don't know why I act the way I do
Like I ain't got a single thing to lose
Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy
I guess that's just the flyboy in me
I got a life that most would love to have
But sometimes I still wake up fightin' mad
At where this road I'm heading down might lead
I guess that's just the flyboy in me
The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things I've done for foolish pride
The me that's never satisfied
The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see
I guess that's just the flyboy in me
The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things I've done for foolish pride
The me that's never satisfied
The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see
I guess that's just the flyboy in me
Girl I know there's times you must have thought
There ain't a line you've drawn I haven't crossed
But you set your mind to see this love on through
I guess that's just the flyboy in you
We ride and never worry about the fall
I guess that's just the flyboy in us all"
As the last notes of his guitar died away I could feel the tears coming to my eyes. I reached for the door handle but stopped. What would I say to him? Straightening my shoulders I took a deep breath and opened the door. We were way over do for a talk, and now was just as good a time as any.
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