“O… of course I can, yes… anything, sure…!” he said quietly, letting her go, so she could fetch his guitar which was set besides the closet. Once she brought it to him he unclasped the case and pulled the black, aged instrument out and holds it in his arms.
“What do you want to hear?” he asks.
“Anything that comes to mind?” she asked quietly, giving him a gentle smile as she stood at the foot of his bed, her arms at her sides, hips slightly to the left. She looked like she was getting ready to begin dancing to whatever be decided to play, eyes closed to allow the melody to wash over her. “Anything that comes to mind when you think about us..”
He sits there with his hands on the guitar for a moment, thinking. Jack looks down at the instrument before his hands begin to fix themselves into place. Green eyes lift to look into Katelynn’s own as he smiles softly. “I got one.” he whispers.
And so he sings. He plays the simple tune on the guitar, and sings for her. Sings the first song that came to his mind the day she accepted his question to be his girlfriend. How grateful he had been, how thankful, how undeniably happy at that moment.
Jack Maple 