...won't let you go

When it's black take a little time to hold yourself
Take a little time to feel around before it's gone
You won't let go but still keep from falling down
Remember how you save me now from all of my wrongs

I won't let you go - James Morrison

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Don't let go.

She moved slightly within my arms as she said it and I tightened the embrace. Pressing into me as if she wanted as much of her touching me as possible and no more words were spoken; none were needed.

It was one of those spring days you never really forget; that day you think about when falling rain and the cold of winter washes the colour away. It's that day you think about when nothing is going right and you wish to be elsewhere. For me, it would always be the day when the rest of my life began; when my life became, our life.

Earlier that day she'd looked at me sideways and through narrowed eyes as I'd drove down the dirt road towards the creek. Fields sped by as my truck kicked up plumes of dust obscuring the road and world behind us.

She knew something was up but not what was up. She'd poked and prodded but I'd remained silent. She'd tried bribery, even pulled her summer dress up just a little too high as she sat in the shotgun seat beside me. I welcomed it but it didn't help her; it only served to almost cause a wreck as I looked and nearly drove off the road.

We were going to a place we'd found a year past; our special place. It was the first place we'd been intimate. Lucky the trees can't talk, she'd say sometimes and I agreed. We came here often, day and night, and shared the most intimate of moments - Yes, a very good thing the trees had no eyes or voice, the stories they could tell if they had. I kept driving and she kept wondering.

Hours later we sat at our special place beside the creek, the sounds of flowing water and singing birds the only sound we needed or wanted. The remnants of the picnic we'd shared lay forgotten on the edge of the blanket...And her dress was discarded somewhere too, laying wherever she'd flung it.

We sat together, my shirtless back propped against a tree, blue jeans unbuttoned and boots kicked off and laying haphazardly a few metres away. She leaned back against my bare chest, most of her bikini on, and my arms encircling her body. I felt her breathing within my embrace; not quite as hard as she was an hour ago, just a rhythmic rise and fall of her chest that pushed parts of her against my arms in a pleasing fashion. Her skin was cool to the touch; soft and supple and her body felt totally relaxed.

That was the day my life became our life.

She'd said yes before I'd gotten all the words out. She'd kissed me then. I didn't mind. I slipped the ring onto her finger and she kissed me again...Some time later she managed to find her bikini and put most of it back on. I enjoyed the view, as always. I don't know why she bothered with the tiny bikini as the small act of modesty was pointless, there was no one for miles. I didn't mind though, it left just enough to the imagination and I knew it would come off again anyway.

We sat quietly by that tree, her back pressed into my chest and my arms encircling her body both happy knowing it was these moments we'd remember in years to come.

Don't let go, she breathed.

She moved slightly in my arms as she said it and I tightened the embrace in response. She pressed into me as if she wanted as much of her bare skin touching mine as possible and I tilted my head forward and whispered in her ear...

I won't let you go.

Hey folks, I realised I hadn't done my Sunday track as I've previously done over the last several weeks; I was busy with chores and gardening yesterday. So, I know it's Monday but here's my Sunday track...On Monday.

The story above is based on the track title - This track was the first one that played when I hit random play on my liked-songs playlist yesterday morning. I added the story above because I can and wanted to.