I prefer music with drums and guitar.
She likes music with piano and violins.
I like to blare it though the earbuds and rattle my brain.
She plugs in into a speaker and fills the room evenly.
I let the rhythm carry me away.
She lets the melody carry her away.
I let the hard, loud music fill my ears and my soul.
She lets the soft, quiet music fill her ears and her soul.
I jump up and down on the bed, breathing rapidly.
She dances around her room, breathing deeply.
I close my eyes and see everything that makes me smile.
She closes her eyes and sees everything that makes her smile.
I see myself jumping off of the bleachers and dancing like a chicken.
She remembers building a dog house and reading Charlotte’s Web.
The song ends, and I let out that final breath.
The song ends, and she lets out that final breath.
I let go of all the pain and hurt I held inside.
She lets go of all the bad things that happened.
I sigh as I turn off the MP3 Player.
She smiles and puts her CD back in its case.
And I forget about all of my problems.
And she forgets about all of her problems.