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Still.
Not music from before. Not music from the first time. Not music from after. Not music from again. Not music from during. Not music for now, the new after. Not music we heard together. Not music I heard alone. Not music I see you’ve added to a playlist (I still check sadly enough).
Not rap. Not chill. Not jazz. Not bluegrass. Definitely not country.
Not any.
Every single song I hear brings me back to you. It’s an overwhelming sadness. Loving someone so much. So very much. This long. And it hitting the point of no return. Of knowing there I no next time or when we finally. Training your heart to catch up to your head is a real *****.
I will always love you. That’s the only thing I’m sure of anymore. I guess there really is an ocean between us now.
But not really, just next to me.
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