Title: Loving is easy
Author: Justtypingaway
Disclaimer: I don't own South of nowhere.
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Loving Ashley Davies is easy. Keeping Ashley Davies is hard.
She lives in a another World. A world of red carpets, awards, paparazzi and groupies. Yet she comes home to me. Plain old me.
I'm nothing special. I'll admit I'm a good person and I've got some looks. But I don't get what I ever did to deserve her love. To be honoured enough to share my life with her.
To be the one who sees her wake up in the mornings.
To be the first one to hear the songs she writes so beautifully.
To be the one who gets to wipe away her tears.
To be the one who gets to see her naked, who gets to make love to her, to fuck her.
And I wait.
Until she gets sick of me.
Until she finds someone hotter.
Someone who will prevent her tears from falling better than I've ever done.
Someone who will inspire her to write the best words for the right melody.
Someone who's got the right moves: on the dancefloor, in bed, in life.
When we fight fear grips my heart, when she leaves I can't breathe and when she comes back...
When she comes back air fills my lungs and my heart expands and then I know.
This is the girl I'm going to fight for.
This is the girl I'm going to keep.
This is the girl I'm going to spend my life with.
Loving Spencer is easy. Feeling that I deserve her is hard.
She thinks that we life in different worlds, I disagree. There's is only one world I live in. That's our world.
The famous life is difficult. It's all fake. When I come home to her I know it's real.
Her love is real.
Her intentions are honest.
Her smile is breathtaking.
The world thinks I'm amazing for my music. She's what makes me amazing. She's my inspiration, my muse.
That's why she's the first one to hear a new song because her love is in every single word.
That's why I allow her to see my vulnerable song.
That's why she is the only girl I'll ever make love to.
I hope this never ends. Something I fear it does.
When I am careless with her
When I am selfish.
When I slam the door behind me.
But when I come back she's always there. She lets me apologize. She makes me want to be better.
I am who I am because I'm hers.
I love her.
Unconditionally.
Infinitely.