Water breaks.

[Copywrited]

The space we made, needs some shades.

No more headache, just takeaways.

Can we be free again, in the rain like we were children, playing a game?

Yes, I needed you. I didn't need two.

Prayed you missed me, like I missed you, too.

Your warmth is soft at night, no matter the time.

Summer or winter, Spring or Autumn, I want to stay by you.

Just by you, baby.

...

Myla walks into the studio, and finds her husband at the piano.

He smiles at her and her heart pounds like seeing him for the first time.

He plays on with the music, staring at her until the end.

She walks to him and he puts on a slow beat.

“Today, is you and I.”

Myla smirks. “Aww...what's the surprise?”

He takes her hand, bowing his head and position himself. “I'm still waiting for it. I don't know what is taking her so long to tell me.”

He places her hand on his shoulder, and they move along with the beat.

As they stare at one another, he sings

“Momma, my sweet momma...”