Page 208 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
A thrill springs inside me. “New song?”
Wyatt taps on a video and hands me the phone. I shiver in the best way and my palms grow clammy. In the video, Wyatt sings and strums the guitar.
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
He’s singing my poem.
He turned my poem into a song.
And...
People are listening to it.
“To love you then,
And love you now,
Another chance when,
You’re here somehow.
In my heart near,
Body too far,
An ache it sear,
Longing for the star.
Grateful for a touch,
Soulful in words,
In memories and such,
Spirited like birds.”
I look up at him, mouth ajar.
Wyatt braces himself. “Is it okay?”
“It’s... It’s...” My heart swells with a jittery bounce. “It’s incredible.”
“It’s my love letter to you, Joze.” Wyatt pulls me into his arms. “You’re always on my mind. You’ve always been on my mind. I’ve never forgotten you, and I never will.”
I melt into him, too overcome to respond.
“Your words are magic,” he whispers. “I wanted the world to hear them.”
“I’ve never thought songwriting was on the cards for me. But maybe I should give it some actual thought.”
We pull out of the hug, and Wyatt says, “I know you’re more passionate about your short stories. But I want you to know I was serious. I want to collaborate with you when it comes to my lyrics.”
“I’d do anything to spend more time with you,” I gush.
