| You know, writers, they get their thoughts for their stories from real life. Makes ya start to think that they live a truly wonderful life. But sometimes they don�t. To pass her time, she wrote. God, an amazing writer. Her stories were always romantic and for some odd reason, erotic. Though, for her to get published was hard. See, I married her before she could finish college. She was going to get a doctorate in writing. And she could never go back for she started having kids. Only 22, such a tender age, but I wanted her. She had to be mine. I didn�t want to share. But, I didn�t mean quite like that. She�s too much of a jewel not to shine. Probably wondering who I am huh? And wondering what�s going on? Of course you are, so let me explain. Welcome to my world, Kevin�s world. �Man, snap out of your thoughts.� My eyes fell on this young man standing in front of me. �Hey Nick. You know, right now, she�s getting ready for her book signing tour.� �Stop thinking about her. We have an interview to give. Kevin, it�s been six months since the divorce. Please bro.� I smiled at the little man. �I�ll be there. Mentally, promise.� He nodded his head and left the room. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. �Don�t think about her Richardson.� I coached myself. Right! �So, I have an unusual question for you Kevin. Comes from one of your fans of course, though, she didn�t leave a name. But she asks, do you have a favorite author and who is it?� I smiled. So, she still thought about me too. �Oh, her name is Theresa, but her name when she writes is Resa.� �Your ex-wife, right?� �Yes. She�s truly a gifted writer.� �What happened?� �Um, I tried to keep a gemstone from sparkling. I didn�t let it shine like I should have.� The reporter nodded and ended the show there. I flipped the TV off and sat back in my chair. I gazed at our wedding picture and felt a tear roll down my cheek. Yes, he tried to keep me, just for him. He wasn�t selfish, no. Just loved me like I loved him. But, that love, no matter how sad, destroyed us. He didn�t keep me in the shadow. He just wouldn�t let me use my talent like how I wanted to. And in a fit of anger, he told me about his plan from the very beginning. Shocked is the key word. I couldn�t stay with him. So, two days later, found a publisher, got myself signed and wrote my first hit novel, �A Used Gemstone�, which was pretty much about my life. How funny you picture life, and than it changes and you�re not ready for it. I shook my thoughts from my head and left my office, making an excuse that I wasn�t feeling good. ~*~ Don�t wanna close the door/ Don�t wanna give up on it/ Don�t wanna fight no more/ We�ll find a way around it/ Where�s the love we had/ We can make it last ~*~ I nodded my thanks to my fans and just about sighed when the last one walked up. Without looking, I grabbed the book and asked for the name. �Kevin.� My hand stopped and my eyes flew to his. �Poor Kevin, his eyes weren�t shinning these days. Than again, neither were mine.� �A pleasure sir.� �Can we talk?� �Not now. But I can meet you some where. Some place quiet, I do hope.� �There�s a coffee house down the street. Meet me in 15 minutes.� I smiled, finished signing and watched him walk away. �Don�t meet him. He�s gonna beg that you take him back.� I glanced at my friend and rolled my eyes. �I�m serious.� �And I still love him Terri. Always will. And if he asks, I won�t waste a minute not going back.� �After everything he�s done?� �That�s the special gift about love. He can�t let me not shine anymore. There�s nothing he can do.� I grabbed my purse and smiled. ~*~ Tell me what I gotta do/ Tell me what you wanna do/ �Cause I can�t live my life the way you want me to/ You know I can�t go on living like we do/ Do I have to cry for you/ Do I have to cry for you ~*~ Our eyes locked and she sat down across from me. �Can I get you anything to drink?� �Um, actually, a water is fine.� I just rose my eyebrow but motioned for the waitress to walk over. And once she left, I turned my full attention to the woman in front of me. �Thank you for the question.� �What question is that?� �I know you Theresa. You wanted to let me know you were thinking about me. Or at least us, right?� She smiled at the waitress and took a sip of her water. �Something like that.� �So, are you happy? Your third book to hit number one. Must be nice to have your first three books in the top ten.� �Top five. �A Used Gemstone� is at five. And yes, it�s wonderful. Though, my publisher feels I should stop writing, but you know me. Once the idea is there, I have to write.� �Yes, I know.� �Why did you come to the signing?� �Cause I have the book and I wanted to met my favorite author.� �I thought you knew her.� I only smiled. �I did know her. Pretty well actually.� �God, all I wanted was to ask her to forgive me, but�� my thoughts trailed off as I thought of the perfect song. �I�m sorry, I didn�t mean to cut this but�� �No, I�m quite used to it. I mean, I married you. I got rushed out on quite often.� Her eyes flashed her hurt and I sighed. �I�m sorry. I swear, I just remember something.� �Bye Kevin.� ~*~ So tell me what it�s for/ If there�s no winner in it/ Nobody�s keeping score/ Let�s start from the beginning/ Can we make it last with the love we had ~*~ I watched him leave and sighed. Okay, so he didn�t ask me back. Did I honestly think he would? Yes, my heart screamed at me. I grabbed my purse and walked down the street, kicking the rocks in my path. Damn that man. Sometimes trying to understand him wasn�t wroth the pain. I found myself outside the hotel and sighed. Just one more day in this damn town. |
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