i love the magic that is music.

i love the memories my head is full of, the dance parties in his room and hers, the waltzes with heavy hearts, the tear wrenching, painful (beautiful) songs, the hours in cars as we

all of us

belted the songs we love together.

and we love music together. that’s the magic of it, the feeling from finding someone who loves that song as much as you do, the high

the high, always the high

of jumping and screaming in a little room full of people as a song blasts, the one you all love, the one you all know the words to.

my music library tells a story.

my playlist are journals, each dated, i can see my life in my music.

the darker playlists, the ballads, the self love, the heart break from this winter.

the electronic music, the party music, the rap and whatever else you introduced me to. it took some time, but i fell for you music. almost harder than i fell for you

and our music tastes merged and became terrifyingly similar.

you and i were music soulmates. we cried over songs, we screamed over them, we made playlists together and for one another, and when i was you were on aux i wondered if it was my phone that was really playing.

god, those hours in cars on our various road trips, disney, noah kahan, vance joy, red rock, towering trees, sky scrapers,

i wouldn’t give up those hours for anything.

i have music from everyone i’ve loved.

i have memories attached to songs, i have feelings, music makes me, it defines me, it grabs me and holds me and fills me

a tidal wave, in and out, always returning, omnipresent, alien.

thank you for the music.

thank you for those songs, those too, thank you for what we’ve shared and thank you for what we have yet to.

encore.