Post by kegan on Jul 1, 2013 5:39:12 GMT -5
(this is shortly after the proposal, so it's still warm out)
"Kegan Conley, what the hell are you doing?" Thalia asks, hands pressed against mine covering her eyes. "Why do I feel like you're about to have me murdered? If this is your way of getting out of marrying me--"
"Do you ever shut up? Christ, I try to do something nice, and you think I'm trying to kill you." I feel like a giddy like kid leading her out to where I have everything set up. The last time we were here...Felt like a million years ago. We were such different people back then. No babies. No wedding plans. No ridiculous drama. It was so easy back then. We were just kids. And it's so strange to realize that it was only just over a year ago.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now," I say as I pulled my hands off.
She looks around, and then turns back to me, eyebrows furrowed in the face of confusion I know all too well. "What the hell are we doing here? Why are we in an empty field?"
I tuck my hands in my pockets. She's so oblivious sometimes.
When I don't say anything, she crosses her arms. "You are going to murder me, around you? They'll find you, Conley. You'll never get away with it."
I roll my eyes. "You're a little shit, you know that?" I point to the table behind her that she'd completely ignored.
Next the table draped in white with covered dinner plates, my guitar is in its stand, just waiting to be played. I really don't know how she didn't pick up on the fact that she'd just walked into a totally perfect movie moment.
Suddenly realizing my intent, she raises her eyebrows. "Oh..." she mouths and then blushes.
"Yeah, 'oh', you big jerk." I gesture for her to sit down, and then grab my guitar, pulling my chair in front of her.
I take my pick out of my pocket, "Okay, so I write songs, right? But I just...I suck, okay?"
She reaches out and pushes my hair out of my face, "Aw, baby you don't suck."
I shake my head, "Thal, I started rhyming I love you with smelly Jews, believe me. That is a travesty I don't want to subject you to."
She laughed, "Well I'm sure it would have been beautiful." I have to resist rolling my eyes, she's just like my mother. And maybe that's why I chose her. So selfless and loving, completely full of love. Love for me. And I am so fucking lucky that she's mine. I don't think I could take it if she were like this with anyone else.
"Okay, so. I didn't write this song, but...It basically says everything I want it to."
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pjh9LLy4nf8
I play the first chord progression and can tell by the little gasp sound she makes that she knows this song. I don't have to look at her to know that she's probably already started crying. My little emotional nugget.
I've been beaten down, I've been kicked around,
But she takes it all for me.
And I lost my faith, in my darkest days,
But she makes me want to believe.
The second I sing that first verse...I instantly felt how real it was. How much this song really describes how I feel about Thalia. Without asking for anything but to be loved in return, she took all of my damage and patched me up. She took everything I threw at her, and loved me regardless so how much I hurt her.
Well I had my ways, they were all in vain,
But she waited patiently.
It was all the same, all my pride and shame,
And she put me on my feet.
No one else would have taken him back after the things I'd said when I found out that she was pregnant with our son. I was so nasty, so horrible, so disrespectful... I still can't even believe the things I said. I'm so unworthy of her, I don't even deserve to make eye contact with her, and yet...Here I am. Engaged to her.
I'm the luckiest person in the world.
And when that world slows down, dear.
And when those stars burn out, here.
Oh she'll be here, yes she'll be here,
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
Hitting those high notes weren't easy, but I'm actually pretty proud of myself for doing it. I think if my voice had cracked, I would have been too embarrassed to continue on, but someone up there apparently has my back.
When the song was finished, I put my guitar aside and smile at her.
"Oh, Kegan!" She cries before she throws her arms around my neck and sobs on my shoulder. I'm going to blame this one on the baby blues, because I know that for a few months postpartum, moms and be a bit weird. Or maybe not. Even normal, Thalia still cries at the drop of a hat. But hey, that's my emotional boobear, and I wouldn't trade her for the world.
"Did you like it?" I ask her when she pulls away.
"Are you kidding?" She asks. "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, thank you so much baby."
I can't help but blush. Hearing her compliment me is better than anything some big shot critic could ever say. "I love you so much."
She smiles, "I know. And I love you."
((I think I changed tense a few times. Ooops, sowwy it's 6:30 and I haven't slept YOLO))
"Kegan Conley, what the hell are you doing?" Thalia asks, hands pressed against mine covering her eyes. "Why do I feel like you're about to have me murdered? If this is your way of getting out of marrying me--"
"Do you ever shut up? Christ, I try to do something nice, and you think I'm trying to kill you." I feel like a giddy like kid leading her out to where I have everything set up. The last time we were here...Felt like a million years ago. We were such different people back then. No babies. No wedding plans. No ridiculous drama. It was so easy back then. We were just kids. And it's so strange to realize that it was only just over a year ago.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now," I say as I pulled my hands off.
She looks around, and then turns back to me, eyebrows furrowed in the face of confusion I know all too well. "What the hell are we doing here? Why are we in an empty field?"
I tuck my hands in my pockets. She's so oblivious sometimes.
When I don't say anything, she crosses her arms. "You are going to murder me, around you? They'll find you, Conley. You'll never get away with it."
I roll my eyes. "You're a little shit, you know that?" I point to the table behind her that she'd completely ignored.
Next the table draped in white with covered dinner plates, my guitar is in its stand, just waiting to be played. I really don't know how she didn't pick up on the fact that she'd just walked into a totally perfect movie moment.
Suddenly realizing my intent, she raises her eyebrows. "Oh..." she mouths and then blushes.
"Yeah, 'oh', you big jerk." I gesture for her to sit down, and then grab my guitar, pulling my chair in front of her.
I take my pick out of my pocket, "Okay, so I write songs, right? But I just...I suck, okay?"
She reaches out and pushes my hair out of my face, "Aw, baby you don't suck."
I shake my head, "Thal, I started rhyming I love you with smelly Jews, believe me. That is a travesty I don't want to subject you to."
She laughed, "Well I'm sure it would have been beautiful." I have to resist rolling my eyes, she's just like my mother. And maybe that's why I chose her. So selfless and loving, completely full of love. Love for me. And I am so fucking lucky that she's mine. I don't think I could take it if she were like this with anyone else.
"Okay, so. I didn't write this song, but...It basically says everything I want it to."
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pjh9LLy4nf8
I play the first chord progression and can tell by the little gasp sound she makes that she knows this song. I don't have to look at her to know that she's probably already started crying. My little emotional nugget.
I've been beaten down, I've been kicked around,
But she takes it all for me.
And I lost my faith, in my darkest days,
But she makes me want to believe.
The second I sing that first verse...I instantly felt how real it was. How much this song really describes how I feel about Thalia. Without asking for anything but to be loved in return, she took all of my damage and patched me up. She took everything I threw at her, and loved me regardless so how much I hurt her.
Well I had my ways, they were all in vain,
But she waited patiently.
It was all the same, all my pride and shame,
And she put me on my feet.
No one else would have taken him back after the things I'd said when I found out that she was pregnant with our son. I was so nasty, so horrible, so disrespectful... I still can't even believe the things I said. I'm so unworthy of her, I don't even deserve to make eye contact with her, and yet...Here I am. Engaged to her.
I'm the luckiest person in the world.
And when that world slows down, dear.
And when those stars burn out, here.
Oh she'll be here, yes she'll be here,
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
Hitting those high notes weren't easy, but I'm actually pretty proud of myself for doing it. I think if my voice had cracked, I would have been too embarrassed to continue on, but someone up there apparently has my back.
When the song was finished, I put my guitar aside and smile at her.
"Oh, Kegan!" She cries before she throws her arms around my neck and sobs on my shoulder. I'm going to blame this one on the baby blues, because I know that for a few months postpartum, moms and be a bit weird. Or maybe not. Even normal, Thalia still cries at the drop of a hat. But hey, that's my emotional boobear, and I wouldn't trade her for the world.
"Did you like it?" I ask her when she pulls away.
"Are you kidding?" She asks. "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, thank you so much baby."
I can't help but blush. Hearing her compliment me is better than anything some big shot critic could ever say. "I love you so much."
She smiles, "I know. And I love you."
((I think I changed tense a few times. Ooops, sowwy it's 6:30 and I haven't slept YOLO))