The rain was pouring down chasing his tears. It had turned in to a cloudy, and teary day. With all the shouting, and screaming it was hard to even hear the thunder, and lightening. Their tempers had gotten way to heated, and there was no taking back the words that had been said. He had taken his ring off, and laid it on the night stand next to her. She watched him pack the whole time begging him to stay, but he ignored her. "You promised!" She shouted. He choked back his tears, and said nothing. He walked to the dresser grabbing the rest off his things. When he finished he grabbed his bags, and walked out in to the rain to his truck.
Brantley, through the last of his bags in to the bed of his beat up pick-up truck. He looked over the bags carefully to make sure every thing was there, when he realized his guitar case was no where in the truck. He ran up the steps of the house passing, Amy on his way inside. Her cheeks were kissed with tears, as she stood on the step watching every move, Brantley made. She was bare footed standing in a white cotton dress. He didn't seem to notice, he was still angry with her after their fight. He came back a few minuets later with his guitar case. The slamming of the screen door made, Amy jump. She looked at Brantley, but he wouldn't let his eyes meet hers. It would hurt him to much, he knew that. Brantley, walked to his truck and sat his guitar in the passenger seat. When he started to get in on the driver side, Amy walked down the steps.
"I'm sorry." She had told him. He turned to look at her, his eyes meeting hers. "How can you say i lost your love? I still have your ring on my finger!" She held her left hand up showing her wedding band.
He shook his head at her. With out saying a word he got in to the truck, and drove away. The pain in his chest was tearing him apart. As he drove he tried to get her out of his head, but couldn't. The picture taped to the dashboard kept catching his eye. He thought of throwing it out of the window, before her memory hit the breaks and took the wheel but he couldn't seem to bring his self to do it. He betted his self that she was still standing on the front steps crying. He knew this time, it would take a long time for his heart to heel. "Your making my heart hurt." Her words echoed in his head.
He turned on to the interstate around dark, to chase what every one called a dream. Then he thought to him self, "Maybe it ain't my dream, cause that girl's in every song i sing, she's in every song i write, and that six string riding' in her seat won't keep me warm tonight. What am i supposed to do? There's more than miles in my rearview." He was now headed north, to what he swore he wanted. But, again her memory was creeping in to his thoughts. He remembered the summer just four years ago, when he and Amy both had snuck out to spend the night snuggled up together in the bed of his truck down by the lake. He shook away the memory when he realized he was starting to doubt his discion. But, he couldn't keep his self from wondering why he was jealous of all those headlights heading south because, he was on his way to, Tennessee singing "Georgia on my mind".
He had been changing lanes with out using mirrors because, every time he looked behind him, he would see her crying in the October rain. Her memory was making him change his mind every second. By now he had forgotten about the fight she, and he had. He was no longer angry, and he no longer wanted this dream of his. Now, he was longing to see her face, to feel her touch, and to say he was sorry. He had just realized how much he really needed her. "Damn" He muttered to his self. When he seen an exit to turn off the interstate, he took the chance, and turned around to head back south. He had finally realized he couldn't put his dream before her. He needed her with him.
Brantley, was breaking the speed limit by going 90 miles an hour, to get back to Georgia and, to get back in to his Amy's arms. He tried calling her on his cell phone, but she wouldn't answer. He was ready to give up his dream, for her. He was ready to make things right again. An hour later he was pulling in to the drive. He was shocked, when he seen her sitting on the front steps bare feet, and all with her head in her hands. He shut the engine to the truck off, and slammed the door of the truck. She looked up at him, her eyes swollen from crying. She stood up, and stared at him. He ran to her, and held out a letter, that he had given her the day they had wed.
"Do you remember this?" He asked her. She looked down at the letter, then back up at him.
"I thought you would be half way to, Tennessee by now." She told him. He shook his head, and handed her the letter.
"Read the last part of it." He told her. She took the letter, and read the part about growing old together. He seen her tears fall.
He heard her words, he heard her say. "It will never work." She looked back up at him.
He hit his knees, and looked up crying " No baby don't, your making my heart hurt. Don't say those words, take it back, you know you don't mean that. You swore when you wore my ring, it meant forever. You've got it on, how could you say you lost it. You promised! Look at all the hateful things we've said, and I'm just as guilty, but girl thats no way to be!" He told her.
"Just like you said earlier, our love isn't worth it!" She told him.
"Take it easy baby I'm still broken. I got memories enough to tear me wide open." He got off his knees, and held his hands in hers. "You know Il always love you, hell i have to cause i promised. They both shared the same pain as, she was telling him their love wasn't worth it. "I take it all back." He told her.
"I promised you, forever." She nodded as, he took her in his arms, and kissed her.
He pulled back. "Forever then?" He asked her.
"Il take forever, if you will take forever." She nodded. He brushed her tears away, and kissed her again.