Page 181 of Paint the Town, Dove
Yeah. All my song’s have been about us, about her. She was, and always will be, my forever muse.
I did rewrite the song, by the way.
It was only fitting.
Paint the Town, Dove.
No title could ever compare.
After all, I credit those lyrics to her.
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Scarlett
Every day felt like a tsunami of bliss and fear.
My guard had flipped on its axis, the reality of my life an illusion of what I’d always wanted.
Was I happy? Was I scared?
I felt like a piece of paper being ripped in half.
All these new emotions, these feelings. How could I control them? How could I navigate them?
He didn’t need to persist, he just needed to ask.
Do you love me?And I’d finally admitted,Since the beginning.
Do you know how hard that is? To begin again, with the one person who knew the roadmap to your scars? The highway to your heart?
It left me sleepless. Every touch, every kiss, it was impossible to teach my brain to obey the signals of affection.
Imagine growing up without a trace of it all your life.
But there was a new feeling, something kinder.
Slowly, I deepened the manner of our kisses, the lengths of our touches.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to chip away at my walls.
I remained his manager (now co-writer).
Still his best friend (and…partner).
After all these years, a dam had finally broke inside of me, and slowly, carefully, I let some of that love in.
It felt impossible… allowing the most vulnerable pieces of each other to weave in symbiosis.
It was euphoria and terror – fear and freedom. But finally…finally–
It wasus.
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Ryden
The tabloids were a frenzy after my Dove and I made it official. Gone were the days of Radio City, and thank fuck for that. I didn’t need theconstant reminder of my mother’s presence.
