monyss

I cried for you today. It was a piece of music. A beautiful piece with a French name, all graceful curves and longing. I was in love with it immediately, just the way I was in love with you. The truth is that I don't listen to music much anymore. I don't sing. I used to. But the words hurt a little too much, now. There were no words this time. Just a piano and a thousand memories tumbling along with these bittersweet notes that made my chest tighten and ache. The memories seem like a lifetime ago. The girl in them smiles and laughs. She's so carefree. She looks like the girl in the photographs in my room, the one I don't quite recogniz