Page 246 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland
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Reason To Sing


          straighter. Part of me wants to crawl under this couch but I
          push through. I hold my head up. I swallow. I’ve never been
          one  to  embrace  confrontation.  But  this  is  different.  I  have
          no choice. This moment could very well change my entire
          life. I need to be strong. To be and act like the woman I have
          become.
              I break the silence. “Gord, what you just did was the most
          beautiful and heartfelt gesture any man has ever done for me.”
          His face begins to flush. “I agree with every single thing you
          said about us and our relationship. And our future together.”
          My voice is beginning to crack now. Tears are coming once
          again. “And I know I messed up royally in Nashville. I can’t
          even find the words to tell you how sorry I am. I know I
          hurt you. I feel just dreadful, especially for that call. It was
          horrifying! I hope you’ll be able to forgive me. I can assure you
          everything is over between Hudson and me. No question.”
              Gord doesn’t move a muscle. He just sits and hangs on to
          my every word. Oh God, what is he thinking?
              “The truth is, I didn’t trust myself enough.” I gently take
          his hand with both of mine. “I didn’t trust us.” I squeeze hard.
          “I guess I didn’t trust enough in God either. I know that He’s
          the one who brought us together. I know that now more than
          ever. I truly do.”
              Our bodies reunite in the most tender, loving embrace.
          “You make me so happy.” I can feel the warmth of his sweet
          breath on my neck. My body can never resist his electrifying
          touch. “You’re the only one I love.” He draws me even closer.
          My hope is being restored as we savor this special moment.
          All my doubts and worries begin to dissipate as Gord holds
          me in his arms. I feel protected and cared for.
              “I love you so much,” I softly whisper.
              “I love you so much too,” he whispers back.


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