Life in Song

Rush You

Mark and Steph seem to be taking on a life of their own. What started out as a story based around a song seems to be growing.

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With Mark asleep before starting another long week of night shift Steph sat down in front of the tv and watched without interest.

The conversation over lunch was still at the forefront of her mind. It hadn’t resolved everything but it definitely made a difference. She knew she’d been holding on to the wrong things, holding on to the easy things just to make her argument easier.

How could she bring up the racecar? She used to drive it as much as he did. As for the comment about the couch, sheesh that was just looking for something to be bitchy over. The anniversary comment had a bit of truth to it but they’d been over it so many times, even though it annoyed her at the time she’s was well over it by now.

Why was she looking for the minor things to drag into the argument? She wasn’t trying to be graceful or elegant, but she also wasn’t trying to be a first class bitch about it. Laying back words began forming in her head.

Love is no fun anymore
There’s too many things I can’t afford
So what do you mean when you say
That she’s your girlfriend today

“Uh?” He didn’t say that. What path are you sending me down Head? Is this the same path you sent me down when you decided to bring those silly little things into today’s discussion? Seriously mind think don’t just dribble shit. I want this to work but we need to work together if that’s to happen.

I wouldn’t ever want to rush you
Don’t want to lose you
I’d never fuss you
But I love a love a love you
Don’t want to lose you
I’d never fuss you
But I love a love a love you

“I do love him! I love every part of him! So why do I keep throwing up these damn walls?”

Steph’s head sunk into the large cushion as her body flopped down across the couch.

“It’s ok to have doubts, it’s ok to wonder and it’s ok to question but why is my nature to either shut up and do nothing, or start arguments about the minor issues?”

Steph wasn’t just talking to her self she was having an in depth disagreement, and she wasn’t winning.

Love’s not beating down on my door
I guess it’s cause ooh, I got lucky, lucky before

Love might not be beating down the front door but it’s beating down the bedroom door. Why am I so blind to see it? Why am I too blind to accept it?

I wouldn’t ever want to rush you
Don’t want to lose you
I’d never fuss you
But I love a love a love you
Don’t want to lose you
I’d never fuss you
But I love a love a love you

The way I’m moving it’s definitely not a rush. I’m going backwards. I keep dredging up the past and dragging my own sorry arse back through it. Mistakes were made, mistakes will be made again, why do I have to focus on those and not the good mistakes?

The mistakes like when we nearly broke the couch because he dragged me on top of him for a cuddle. The mistake where we took the wrong turn and ended up parked on a cliff top over looking the ocean with no one else around, that mistake had an extremely happy ending.

Wealth is boring without happiness
Fame is notorious for causing stress
Health is for binging on in between drinks
Money over matter for the rich in minks

We have happiness when I’m not being bitchy. We only have stress when I’m being bitchy. There is definitely a connection there somewhere.

I wouldn’t ever want to rush you
Don’t want to lose you
I’d never fuss you
But I love a love a love you
Don’t want to lose you
I’d never fuss you
But I love a love a love you

Never want to rush you
Don’t want to lose you
I’d never fuss you
But I love a love a love you
Don’t want to lose you
I’d never fuss you
But I love a love a love you

Sitting up on the couch Steph looked over to her shoulder and the closed bedroom door. Could she really hear love beating down that door?

“Only thirty minutes until he gets up for work, guess I could try to find out?”