Reflections in the Dark

Those were the good times. The salad days, as they say… I miss them. And the music we used to listen to. Music

He looked over at her while her head rested on the pillow. It was still dark out, it was morning already, but it was still dark. He thought to himself “This is her, this is the woman I love, I’ve always loved”. She looked beautiful, even in her sleep she looked so beautiful. A tear. […]

you’ve been tearing out your hair and I’ve been drinking listening to music in the dark… Music