the problem of finding the love of your life is that you may not be the love of his life.
oh, sure, he may tell you otherwise, marry you young and dote on your only child, a girl, but blooms wither and marriages wilt.
and now he's left you, left you, and your heart -
it cannot recover.
so you don't recover.
you ban music from your life instead, throw everything into providing for your daughter.
you don't think about him.
he's clearly forgotten all about you.
but.
then it turns out you never had the full story.
a lifetime later, you tell his murderer he is the love of your life.
still true, no matter how often you wished it was not.
and maybe.
maybe, you're the love of his life, too.








