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Whenever things got too overwhelming or painful, I’d go to the piano or pick up my guitar, and I’d know joy wasn’t out of reach. It was always within my grasp, always available to me as long as I was able to sing.
“Hey, come on, don’t cry,” he begs. “It breaks my fucking heart to hear you cry.”
Sometimes people sneak up on you and suddenly you don’t know how you ever lived without them. How you went about your day and hung out with your friends and fucked other people without having this one important person in your life.
“How did I go so long without noticing you, damn it? Why did it take seeing a stupid A on your midterm to make me notice?”