I remember the first time I heard this song, the first few drum beats pouring out of the speakers and echoing into the high ceilings, the guitar spilling lazily into the sticky summer heat.
I lay on his bed, leaning against his body, hearing the notes for the first time. His hand was wrapped casually around mine. I closed my eyes.
It was his favourite song. It was soon to become mine.
I opened my eyes, and he smiled at me.
How could we have known we wouldn't always be this happy?
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