I mentioned an odd realisation today. We had both wondered how we could have known each other for so long and yet our discussion of music seemed to during the time we had first met.
We were more interested in knowing about each other. At least, I believe so. Our talks, from what I remembered, seemed more centred on what or how we thought. Perhaps we started talking about music because we started growing more curious about each other over time and would act as insight into what we were to afraid to ask clearly.
You did leave many hints - and so did I. But even revisiting the songs I listined to obsessively while having you on my mind - somehow, the meaning changed. And so many, still make me think of you.
