I sang to her.
“Time, I’ve been passing time watchin’ trains go by,
All of my life, lyin’ on the sans watchin’ sea birds fly,
Wishing there would be someone waiting home for me,
Somethin’s tellin’ me it might be you,
It’s tellin’ me it might be you… all of my life.”
I had no clue how long I laid there with her in my arms singing to her as she slept, but when I stopped and let the silence surround us, I heard her whisper, “Don’t stop.”
Tightening my hold on her, I sang,
“Oh, why you look so sad,
Tears are in your eyes,
Come on and come to me now.
Don’t be ashamed to cry,
Let me see you through,
‘Cause I’ve seen the dark side, too.
When the falls on you,
You don’t know what to do,
Nothing you confess,
Could ever make me love you less,
I’ll stand by you.”
When I was finished, I could hear her sniff. I may not know what to say to her, but I knew I could sing to her. She used to love listening to me sing to her for hours when we were younger. There was just something about music that brought us together. We both loved all kinds of music and listened to music regularly. I just never thought I would need the words of the songs I loved to bring my woman back to me. But if she wanted me to sing to her for the rest of my life, I would happily do it.
“Reggie?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Can you ever forgive me?”
Slowly rolling on top of her, I framed her face in my hands and kissed her tears away before saying, “There is nothing to forgive, my love. I love you. All of you. Nothing will ever change that.”
Lowering my mouth to hers, I lightly kissed her lips.
God help me, I really loved kissing her. Catarina had the softest lips, and when her body melted into mine, I felt like the luckiest man in the world.
As much as I would love to continue kissing her, I knew this wasn’t the best time. I wanted to see her smile again, hear her laughter.
I needed to get her to open up to me.
To start talking.
Slowly releasing her, I kissed the tip of her nose and whispered, “Go somewhere with me?”