"This is my last chance." Diaz said looking over his paper and holding his guitar close.
He was at his bedroom, and inside as he knew was his wife, she was still awake because candlelight was seen from the crack under the door.
"Juanita?" Diaz said opening the door.
The candle was half melted, and Juanita appeared to be asleep, but Diaz knew she never slept when light was this bright.
Juanita remained silent, and still, with only the rise of her breaths being seen.
"I was so focused on the future of my family, so that i might relieve my past," Diaz said taking a seat. "When in truth, my past is now my present, you are my present, you are my romance, and i'm sorry,"
Juanita clenched her eyes attempting to keep her breaths stable.
"Do you remember this?" Diaz said propping the music sheet on the nightstand before plucking his strings.
Soft o'er the fountain,
Ling'ring falls the Southern moon:
Far o'er the mountain,
Breaks the day too soon!
In thy dark eyes' splendor
Where the warm light loves to dwell,
Weary looks yet tender...
Speak their fond farewell!
Refrain:
Nita! Juanita!
Ask thy soul if we should part?
Nita! Juanita!
Lean thou on my heart.
When in thy dreaming;
Moons like these shall shine again
And daylight beaming
Prove thy dreams are vain:
Wilt thou not relenting
For thine absent lover sigh
In thy heart consenting
To a pray'r gone by?
Refrain:
Nita! Juanita!
Let me linger by thy side!
Nita! Juanita!
Be my own fair bride!
Diaz could not stop the tears that fell, and looked up to see Juanita sitting up with a frown upon her face, still quite upset.
"Why did you never lay with me after i passed?" She questioned.
Diaz rubbed the back of his head clearly embarrassed.
"Did you remarry?" She questioned. "Did you lay with someone younger? Did you . . . switch teams?"
"Juanita! I can't lay with anyone else! I-i feared in my old age . . ." His voice trailed off.
"Oh," Juanita said realizing the predicament. "Diaz, I didn't sate myself here, i waited for you even for your death in old age . . . Geez i've waited longer then Hector and Imelda!" She added almost laughing.
"You waited, for me?" Diaz said surprised.
"Of course you idiota!" She said wanting to smack him upside the head.
"Then what would you ask of me?" He said approaching the bed. "A night together? If you've really waited this long, then let me apologize,"
He began leaving kisses along her collarbone leaving her shivering.
"Please promise me something, Juanita?" He said rubbing a finger along her spine. "We'll have this every night?"
She nodded, pulling him into the bed and into an even deeper embrace, she had for the first time in a LONG time, a true smile.
The song is Nita Juanita composed back in the 1800s by Caroline Norton
