But I can’t justify this, it burns a hole in me.
I miss your red hair, your gentle laugh,
Your hell cat ways, the way you’ve got my back.
I know I fucked it up, but baby you did too,
We’re a match made in hell, I’m meant for you.
Maybe it’s too late, you’ve probably moved on,
But this is one song, I want your view on.
’Cause no matter what’s been said or done,
You’ll always be my never enough.
My never enough.
My never enough.
You’ll always be my never enough.
You’ll always be my never enough.
My never enough.
My never enough.
You’ll always be my never enough.
You’ll always be my never enough.
My never enough.
My never enough.
You’ll always be my never enough.
Tears fell from my eyes. I listened to the song from start to finish eight more times. I sobbed through each replaying. We had been through so much, so much necessary hurt, so much unnecessary hurt but it all brought us to right now. We had done what I always prayed for. We worked through our problems, we didn’t give up and we finally made it to the other side and we were stronger because of it. I lifted my hands, wiped my cheeks then took out my phone.
Frankie: You’re my never enough, too, rock star. You’re my always and forever.
I looked from my phone to the ocean and when I inhaled a breath, I felt like I could do anything. It felt good, really good. I looked down at my phone when it vibrated in my hand.
Risk: You like it?
Frankie: I love it. I’m honestly speechless. I don’t know what to say.
Risk: That’d be a first, I’ve a phone full of messages from you. You type essays.
Frankie: Smartarse.
Risk: A smartarse you’re marrying.
Frankie: Too bloody right I am. I can’t believe you’re going to be my husband, I want to kiss you so bad. Where are you?
Risk: About ten or so metres away from you.
Frankie: It’s going to be so creepy if I turn around and you’re there.
Risk: I was going for romantic.
Frankie: I can’t move.
Risk: I can.
I had just put my phone back into my dress pocket when arms came around my waist, settled on my stomach and a hard body pressed against my back, moulding itself to me.
“I should let you know, sir.” I leaned my head back. “My fiancée is pretty protective of me, he’d kick your arse for touching me. Maybe you should leave me alone.”
“Or maybe he’ll let me show his lady a good time at the end of the pier?”
I laughed and whacked Risk’s hip, making him chuckle as he kissed my head.
“‘Never Enough’ is beautiful,” I said. “It had everything in it. Our hurt, our anger, our confusion but most of all our love. I heard you. I love it, Risk. I love it. I love you, honey.”
He turned me to face him. His hands moved to my face.
“I’m marrying you,” he said, not able to hide his smile. “We’re having a baby. This is the life I’ve always wanted, Frankie. Making music with Blood Oath and having you by my side with our little family in tow. I know you always thought Blood Oath was my sole dream, but it’s not. This is my dream. You, me, our family, music, the guys, the band. All of it. I have my dream now.”
I cried. Again.
“These hormones make me cry at the drop of a hat so you need to stop being so bloody sweet.”
Risk smiled as he thumbed away my tears, then he leaned down and brushed his lips over mine.
“You’re my dream, Frankie.”
“You’re my never enough, Risk.”
I lifted my hands to his waist and gazed up at the man I loved so completely. He wasn’t just my dream, he was my everything. My risk in this life. My whole world and he was all mine.