Hearts beat in time with the acoustic guitar in the background. Slow, sad, sweet, and with the knowledge that things aren't the same.
There's a change in the air: in between guitar chords and breaths, in between stolen glances and held hands. In the silence between two hearts unsung melodies take over, creating and recreating different sides of the same beings. Slowly, hands let go and drift further from each other, lips no longer meet for the same kisses, hearts no longer beat to the same tune.
Is it worth it? To let go only to return disparate, looking for the same hand to hold? Are you the same heart? Do you still have one?
Is this, still, all you ever wanted?
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