For those who haven’t quite figured it out yet, I’m in a serious relationship with music. Have been for awhile now. Just something we like to keep on the “DL” in effort to filter out the noise from others’ expectations. It’s more intimate this way. To not…care what others think. To do…whatever it is we please.
We’ve had our share of disputes. Our deafening awkward silences in the car. Our screamingly loud arguments that solved nothing. But there’s also all the warm and fuzzies, the bittersweets. The lyrically choreographed teardrops that surprise you when you least expect it. And the good times with clouded memories of living wildly, acting obnoxiously. It’s a love/hate relationship. One that heavily relies on perfect timing. Just like everything else, right? Just like…everything else. Continue reading