Lost in Limbo

Updating profile. Don’t feel like deleting this entry, though.

She watches me as I tune my guitar, chin resting comfortably on the back of her hands, legs swaying idly in the evening sky.
I strum once and listen to the sound. It’ll do. Softly I pluck the notes to the song I love most. Just above a whisper I start singing,
"And even though the moment passed me by, I still can’t turn away…"
"Stop."
My fingers freeze on the strings. I look at her nervously. "I told you I don’t sing that well. Hell, this is one of the only songs I know how to play."
She wrinkles her nose in mock disgust. "Obviously, you’re not the Goo Goo Dolls." In her eyes I can’t see the condemnation I am looking for. She shifts her body a fraction and takes out her handphone. "Start again. I want to record this."
My fingers refuse to move. "Why?"
"Because it’s you, singing this song for me. Because I want to hear it every day. Why else?"
A smile creeps on my face. "You’ll get bored."
"So learn a new song. Sheesh!"
The smile still lingers when I start playing "Name."

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