SLEPT UNDER THE STARS

Second on my bucket list reads that I would love to sleep under the stars, I think I got to get this part done in the past weekend.

I went for an after party and I met this guy I knew ages ago, the first time we met he was just an ordinary guy looking for a job as a singer and performer, he kept nagging me to be placed even at the end of a show I was organizing and I granted he's wish. From that performance he's carrier took off and he become a star.

He looked better than I remember and he kept on thanking me for the opportunity 8 years ago and asked if he could buy me a drink after the show. I was with my girlfriends and couldn't ditch them and asked him to come to a hot club down the strip.

It felt like walking down memory lane at that club, I met so many people from my past and the hugs sometimes got abit uncomfortable. I met an ex who clung on to me most of the night and a friend who tried to be a 'guy friend' which didn't work. Everyone who was just a beginner in life back then had become something of themselves and most had added a kilo or two.

Mr Performer finally shows up and I pretend not to have see him, watched the way he kept dialing angrily on he's phone while frantically walking around the club. I stood and walked outside to where the balcony, found my ex boyfriend and my guy friend chatting, I went right between them, men being men, put their arms around me just in time for Mr perform to come and grab my hand, he pulled me away from the guys and asked me to walk downstairs with him. For a moment I felt like pretty woman being rescued. I walked outside with him to he's car and he was kind enough to force me into the car. He popped open a bottle of wine and actually had glasses, pushed my car back, we sipped on the wine as we spoke.

He really was sweet brushing strands from my face, holding my hand and occasionally placing he's hand on my legs. We just lay there watching the skies filled with stars as the night become colder and the wine refused to warm our bodies, it numbed mine instead.

I was wandering why he wasn't pulling any moves considering the morning light had started to appear, he had been listening to me go on about how my life was and finally he played a song he had worked on a long time ago and he never could release it.

The song was a simple melody of how life makes you make choices, some good and some bad, the rain would never rain on he's parade no matter where he went even though he would never be at peace with what he was fighting in he's head. He lost and found but what he found was because of a choices he made.

I absolutely loved the song, I asked him whether I could keep It, he removed the cd and signed it unreleased with love for Diana.

He told me that the song was written for me and he had one day wanted to play it for me, he had wanted to release it so that I could hear it but he wanted it to be between me and him. He had tried getting in touch with me but I kept ignoring him and never took him seriously.

I was really touched, put back the cd and listened to it again, my heart broke when I listened more carefully, there is a part of the song that he says the name he used to call me years ago and I knew it was just another tune, it was meant for me.

I looked up into the sky, tears nearly coming down in torrents and watched the last shimmers of the morning star disappear. He pulled me close to him, kissed my forehead and I inhaled he's musky scent one last time because I knew this would be the very last time with my could be star under the stars.

You see Mr performer is married and has a child of 4 months, would you let your emotions get in the way, lost love rekindled, well at least I have the song to hold on too.

Miss Di