“We Were Walking The Museum’s Length And As We Passed The Artworks, I Could’ve Sworn I Heard Them

How hollow is your heart? Without your anguish, anger and melancholy.

I just think you should sing no matter what you sound like and draw or paint no matter what it looks like

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"Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."

-John Keating; Dead Poets Society

You come home. I welcome you with a kiss. I tell you how much I miss you, you chuckle. We sit on the couch, both holding a glass of wine, watching our favorite movie together. We know exactly what is about to happen, but we still watch it anyway, I think it's safer that way. I look at you, I can't believe you're here. I tell you I love you, you love me too. I never felt so happy in my life.

The movie ends and it's time to go to bed. You wrap your arms around me, tell me goodnight but I am already asleep. You smile to yourself. You have everything you want. You would never ask for more. I would never ask for more.

Another day, we're out. I made sandwiches, your favorite, you say, even though they taste terrible. We start to count the stars, as a joke. How far they all feel. I love you. I don't want you to go.

A new year. You come home. I welcome you with a kiss, and a smile. A strange smile, I may be crying. I can't tell. I put our record on. I take your hand. We sway. We dance slowly. Every night when you come home. In front of the window, dim lights, our song playing.

I love you. Forever. You never leave.

Every night. People of this town tell the story of the girl who dances alone by the window. The world stopped spinning, and the clocks stopped working for her. The girl whom nobody knows, they refuse to. Some pity her. Some accuse her of madness. But no one ever tells her. No one ever tells her that he stopped coming home for a long time.