Amy pov

That night, Michael and I were out walking out on the beach against the shoreline. 

"That was a great song you did tonight? "He said.

"I'm glad I wrote it too. To the album of 'Whispers' coming in 1990." I replied.

"That's like 3 years!" He exclaimed.

"I know. It still gets me some time off for have extra fun with my family and other friends I known in my days." I replied leaning my head on his shoulder.

"True. Not going across that."

Silence filled the air as I spoke up, "Sorry for acting weird back there if you kissing that brat."

"It's okay. I did meant about loving someone else though in my heart."he said as my heart and stomach began to twist into tight knots.

"W- What is she like?" I asked.

"She's very understanding, courageous, beautiful, generous, and friendly even. I love that way about her like some girls are." He replied as I nodded.

"I wish I could meet her."

"I already am." He said.

"When?"

"Amy, your the girl that I loved and you think so yourself. It's why we're missing each other from good times to  bad times. If you haven't notice I have been watching your movements and emotions very particular to mine actually. I love you, Amy with all my heart." He confessed.

"Y- You really love me?" I asked.

"Yes! From the day we met and until we die in peace." He said cuffing my hands in his.

I gaze into him as I smiled and nodded saying, 'I love you too."

Michael pulls me into a warm passionate kiss that night I won't ever forget.