Mitchie had left about an hour ago, and already my apartment seemed too quiet, too empty. The silence rang in my ears and it annoyed the hell out of me. I was sitting at my kitchen table with the contents of a newspaper spread out all over it. I was supposed to be looking for a new job, seeing as Lola's show was up and running, and they had pretty much no need for me anymore.
But I couldn't seem to focus on new jobs. I kept coming up with great ideas for new songs, only 30% of which made it on paper. In the end, however, only I only expanded and labored over about 5% of the 30% until they were actual songs. Hey, maybe I could get a job as a song writer somewhere...
I pulled out a sheet of paper with a song I had been writing. I'd been working on it ever since I'd run into Mitchie, when I'd found her. The lyrics were so true, and I'm pretty sure a lot of people could relate to it. I began playing chords on my guitar, trying to come up with a tune for it.
"It only takes a moment
For your eyes to meet and then
Your heart knows in a moment
You will never be alone again
I held her for an instant
But my arms felt sure and strong
It only takes a moment
To be loved a whole life long
I've heard it said
That love must grow
That to be sure
You must be slow
I saw her smile
And now I know
I'll listen to just my heart
That smile made me trust my heart
For I held her for an instant
But my arms felt sure and strong
It only takes a moment
To be loved a whole life long
And that is all
That love's about
And we'll recall
When time runs out
That it only took a moment
To be loved a whole life long."
Ooh, that was good. I scrawled the chords I'd played next to the lines, playing through it when I couldn't remember. When I was done, I folded the piece of paper back up and stuffed it in my pocket. I crossed the small space over to the refridgerator, but instead of opening it, I reached on top of it and pulled out a small velvet box. I quickly opened it.
The ring wasn't all that extravagant, but Mitchie always liked simpler things better. It fit her personality perfectly, and I knew exactly how I would propose. I would take her out on a date on her birthday, and the ring would be on the cake when the workers brought it out. I knew, deep down, she would be thrilled. I closed the box again and pushed it back into it's hiding spot.
OMGOSH!!!!!! SHANE'S PROPOSING!!!!!!! But of course, I already knew that. Anyways, this was more of a filler chapter and stuff.
I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for not updating in so long. But I have a pretty good reason. I have been busy in a magical place filled with hope and wonder called...(drumroll) track practice. That's right, I'm on the track team. And we have practice EVERY SINGLE DAY. Like, no joke. Even during spring break. And I'm not so uncoordinated that I can't run. I can run like hell. And I like track. I have a bunch of new friends, and we all have so much fun there. And yes, we sometimes run into pricker bushes. That just adds to the fun! And I'm not insane... maybe a little...