| "I'm Not Supposed to Love You Anymore" |
| ��������� "Chris, I can't do this anymore.� You're always busy at the company and your music, and I feel like I'm just a second." Danielle told Chris as they sat in the dimly lit restaurant in the fancy part of town.� He had taken her there because he had been really busy lately with his career, and he was trying to make it up to her. ����������� "You're first to me, baby, always.� I know I've been really busy lately, and I'm sorry.� I love you." Chris pleaded sincerely, taking her hand in his. ����������� "I love you too. . ." ����������� "How do I know that there's a but coming?" he stopped her, trying to lighten the situation.� Danielle nodded. ����������� "But, it's not working." ����������� "Okay, if that's what you want.� At least finish dinner with me." Chris said, void of emotion.� After dinnerhe trudged into his bunk.� He pulled off the gold ring she gave him and slipped it into the drawer above his head.� Justin walked onto the bus and watched as Chris pushed Dani's pictures into a shoebox. ����������� "You wanna talk about it, buddy?" Justin asked sitting down on Chris's bunk. ����������� "Oh, Justin," Chris sighed.� "I'm not supposed to love her anymore." We agreed that it was over Now the lines have all been drawn The vows we made began to fade But now they're gone Put your picture in the shoebox And my gold ring in the drawer I'm not supposed to love you anymore ����������� "Yea, wha-eva!� Sherri, come on.� You know you love being attached at the hip to Michael." Chris laughed into his cell phone. ����������� "Okay, yea, I love Mikey, but man, if I was single, I would be par-tay-in!" Sherri laughed. Chris could imagine the look on her face.� "Now go.� What are you waiting for?� You're only young once.� Well, I gotta go.� I'll talk to you lates, Psych." Sherri hung up the phone before Chris could protest. Now Sherri said she's jealous Of this freedom that I've found If she were me she would be Out on the town And she says she can't imagine What on earth I'm waiting for I'm not supposed to love you anymore ����������� "Man, she looked just like Dani." Joey whispered to Justin, as they watched the girl walk past. ����������� "I heard that." Chris said as he picked up Busta and brought him into the bus. ����������� "Sorry.� Dude, how are you taking it?" Justin asked, following Chris into the lounge area. ����������� "I'm fine.� It's over." Chris replied confidently as tears threatened to spill out of his auburn eyes.� Before Justin could get him to confess, he climbed into his bunk. Oh I shouldn't care or wonder where And how you are But I can't hide this hurt inside my broken heart I'm fighting back emotions that I've Never fought before 'Cause I'm not supposed to love you anymore ����������� Chris laid down on the floor in the lounge with a pad of paper and a pen.� It had been hours since the rest of guys had gone to bed. ����������� "Danielle, ����������������������� I'm sorry that I pushed you away, but I hurt too.� You just up and left." ����������� He set down the pen and sighed.� "I can't send that to her.� I don't want to hurt her." Picking up the pen again, he got an idea.� Gently, he scrawled the words his heart knew all too well. Now I'm writing you this letter And it's killing me tonight That I agreed when you believed It wasn't right And I couldn't sleep up on the bed So I'm down here on the floor Where I'm not supposed to love you anymore ����������� Danielle opened her mailbox to find a single letter with her name scribbled on it, no return address or hers for that matter.� Slowly, she pulled open the top of the unsealed envelope and unfolded the single piece of paper.� The words written in black ink began to smear as her tears flowed freely from her emerald core. Oh I shouldn't care or wonder where And how you are But I can't hide this hurt inside my Broken heart I'm fighting back emotions that I've Never fought before 'Cause I'm not suppose to love you anymore ����������� Danielle immediately had known who the letter was from when she opened it.� Tears threatened to spill over again as she looked over the starch white page. I'm fighting back emotions that I've Never fought before `Cause ����������� The page was completely blank, save one line in the middle of the paper.� There were no names, but the words he wrote said it all. 'I'm not supposed to love you anymore.' |
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