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Cuz losing you, still wanting you, won’t leave my mind.
And losing you, yes, loving you has left me color-blind.
All I see is you… All I see is blue.
Blue skies for miles,
Bluebirds flying high,
Bright blue like your eyes.
Don’t you know, oo-hoo—I’m blue when you’re gone.
One step, I’m going faster. Can’t wait to get to you.
Each day, with you here beside me, if that’s what you choose.
One hope, rising inside me, that you’ll hear my song.
Each night, I close my eyes, beside me where you belong.
Cuz losing you, still wanting you, won’t leave my mind.
And losing you, yes, loving you has left me color-blind.
All I see is you… All I see is blue.
Blue skies for miles,
Bluebirds flying high,
Bright blue like your eyes.
Don’t you know, oo-hoo—I’m blue when you’re gone.
He was moving before she’d finished singing. Jogging across the field with one goal in mind. And the minute people saw him, the crowd was on their feet.
He waited until she was off the stage to approach her; there was only so far he was willing to go. They might be able to see him but what he said was for her ears alone. “Hi.”
She was smiling, breathing hard and flushed from her performance. “Hi.”
“That song.” He didn’t stop until they were close enough to touch. “I like it.”
“You know blue is my favorite color.” She stared up at him, those green eyes blazing. “Always has been.”
“You said you loved me.” He waited for her to nod. “I’m doing this here and now so that you, and the whole damn world, know where my loyalty and my heart lie.” He knelt in front of her. “Because I don’t want there to ever be another doubt.”
The volume of the crowd was so high, he couldn’t hear himself, let alone her. With a sigh, he waved one of the refs over. “Can I borrow that?” he asked, pointing at his mic.
The ref smiled and handed over the mic.
Brock shook his head. “Emmy Lou King, will you marry me?” The question bounced off the stadium walls, so loud he winced. Just when he was certain the crowd couldn’t get any louder, they proved him wrong.
“I will marry you, Brock Watson.” She was smiling, staring down at him as he slid the ring on her finger. Then she was tugging him up. “We should get off the field before I get you another penalty.”
He handed the mic back to the ref and walked off the field, holding her hand. Once they’d reached the sideline, he tilted her chin up. “Family dinners at your house are going to be interesting as hell.” His kiss was featherlight. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She started laughing.
