Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. Lyrics belong to Jessica Simpson.
Important note: This can be taken from any time in the Sher/Luis relationship after she was buried alive. Just relax and read. Squirt a few tears if you have to!
He sat down in a chair and thought of her blue eyes. Blue eyes that were filled with vitality and love. He could still see her smile and feel her in his arms. Some times when he closed his eyes and put his mind at ease he could still smell her intoxicating scent that was uniquely hers.
He sometimes was so sure that she was there with him. Laughing, smiling, screaming. Just being herself.
There are times
I swear I know you're here
when I forget about my fears
He wondered if she could see him. If she could see the future that they could’ve had together. He was so nervous. He was going to see her again. And he would hold her in his arms and never let her go. He’d tell her all the things he had been too stubborn or too stupid to say to her before.
Feeling you my dear
Watching over me
my hope sees
what the future will bring
when you wrap me in your wings
They’d be together again. He had played the scenario a hundred times in his head. She would be standing there in a dress – a white dress that set off her hair and give her the appearance of an angel. She’d hold out her hand and he’d walk to her without saying a word and pull her into a kiss.
And they’d be together.
And take me where you are
where you and I will breathe together
once again
He’d hold her close to him knowing that if he let go she might disappear. She would laugh at his persistence to keep her close and they’d dance - as if they were born to dance together for all eternity. She would fit perfectly into his arms and smile brightly as their bodies moved together under the light of a thousand stars.
And he’d be with her. Where she was. Forever. For always.
We’ll be dancing' in the moonlight
just like we used to do
and you'll be smiling back at me
only then will I be free
when I can be
where you are
He could remember everything about her. Her face. Her eyes. Her smile. The fire in her eyes when she was annoyed or angry with him. The desire in her blue depths as they proceeded to make love. He could taste her. Feel her.
He remembered everything.
And I can see your face
your kiss I still can taste
not a memory erased
She was watching over him. Her angelic face guided him through everything. He did it all for her. Everything just for her.
And soon they would be together.
Oh I see your star
shining down on me
and I’d do anything
if I could just
be right there where you are
Sometimes he willed her to be there. He wished that if he opened his eyes she would be standing there smiling at him. But he was selfish. She was safe. He’d see her soon. It was only a matter of time.
Now baby there are times
when selfishly
I’m wishing that you
were here with me
For now he had a dream. The dream of her. Of everything that they would’ve shared. It helped him through the loneliness. It helped him through life. And in his dreams, and in his heart she lived on.
And every time I feel alone
I close me eyes and dream of
where you are
And he believed. He’d see her one day. And he tell her everything that he had wanted to since the day he had first seen her.
One sweet day he’d touch her. And she would never leave him again.
Baby I still believe
oh I’ve got to believe
I will touch you that sweet day
that you take me there
where you are
Soon he would see her. Touch her. Kiss her. Hold her. Tell her he loved her.
And they’d be together again.
THE END