January 15th, 2012
He told me that he no longer cares for music the way that he used to, and it made me think of the night he whispered drunkenly to my sister while looking at me. He had said, “She made me love music,” and had her promise not to tell me (she was never any good at keeping secrets, and cooed to me about how lovely that was).
He used to write lyrics on torn pages, tucking them into my pockets when I would lie asleep.
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the-fiercest-fables said:
This made me cry.
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