“Because your music speaks to me.” He leaves one hand on the piano and the other presses a chord into my back. “Because,” he shifts his hands lower “when I hear you play, it makes me feel. It’s been a long freaking time since I’ve felt anything. It’s been forever since I’ve felt everything.” His hands skate back to the piano and he finishes the note that I’ve left hanging. “You force me to face the truth, even if the truth is more cruel than I could ever be.”
