“You were in tune. You played each note perfectly. But I’d like to hear a little more longing.” Chad nods, his mouth pressed. “Take your time. Think of that kiss and how you’d want it to last,” Mrs. Strayer suggests. Chad looks over at me and I’m about to fall over. “One more time, Mr. David.” With his violin tucked under his chin, his eyes sealed, Chad’s determination shines. Not only do I hear the longing in the music, I feel it. He’s playing the song my heart’s been singing since I first met him.
Oh my hearrrrrt
