But I swear I’ll fight for what we had,
Because baby, love can hurt.
But there you were in the back of my mind,
With that smile that shines like the stars aligned.
We shared a moment when our eyes met,
Every strum of my guitar pulled us closer yet.
Let’s write a new story with every chord,
From heartbreak to laughter, we’ll start again,
With my heart in your hands.
Now I’m strumming through the heartache,
Each note reminds me of our memories.
And every memory is your name.
But I swear I’ll fight for what we had,
Because baby, love can hurt.
So take this guitar, let’s play our song,
Together forever, where we both belong.
From heartbreak to love,
We’ll find our way back to our favorite place.
I’ve never beennervous playing in front of Daze, or anyone really.But sitting here in our bedroom, playing her a song she’s never heard before—song that is about us and everything we’ve gone through—I’ve never felt more nervous in my life.
I feel raw and exposed, scared to look at her and see what she thinks of these words.
I wrote them a while ago, adding to them over the past few weeks when things started changing between us.I’ve written a million songs about Daze, but none more honest and real as this one.
When I eventually finish, I swallow hard, looking up to find Daisy watching me intently, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Daze, I?—”
My words are cut off as she launches herself at me, throwing herself into my lap, my guitar trapped between us as she crushes her mouth against mine in a hard kiss.
“Daze,” I try again as she pulls my guitar out from between us before pushing me back onto the bed, her mouth never leaving mine as she follows me down.“Daze,” I repeat, cupping her face as I gently ease her back.
“What?”
I stare up at her, my thumbs brushing the tears from her cheeks.“You okay?”Daisy nods, not saying anything.“You sure?”I ask, needing to know.
“Yes,” she whispers, before crushing her lips to mine again as she mumbles, “And I thought you wanted to get this bed dirty?”
Chuckling, I kiss her back, rolling us so she now lies beneath me.“I thought you didn’t want me to get the bed dirty?”
She smirks, her hands reaching down to pull my t-shirt up and over my head.“Did I say that?”she asks, throwing my shirt on the floor.
