He felt familiar and new and like someone I’d known in every lifetime, if I believed in such things. When he was gone, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And when he was with me, I felt completely alive. It was too much. I know that now, of course. It’s dangerous to love like that. To spend years wishing more than anything that you could go back to a night, standing barefoot with a guitar calling you like a siren song.
