Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
Until finally, I forgot. Well, it wasn’t completely gone. Could it ever really be? But slowly, I stopped turning my head to his beautiful commands. Tell me you love me. I kept my own addicted fingers from reaching. I miss you so much. I took myself offline in all the ways. I tried to erase the dark secret scent of us. I tried to silence my penetrating guilt, tried to block the images of the innocent others. I killed the parts of me that held the feel of his beautiful mouth on mine. But mostly, I tried to forget the music. Oh, how wrenching it was. How my insides shook, how I went to my knees when I thought about the music. What do you want to listen to, my dear? His fingers flicking gently through the music that shuffled us through the emotions of every night. Sometimes a beautiful voice could offer us solace, could merge us fully together. Other times, the music raced us ahead, severed us from each other. At times we’d be crying alone and together, and our desperation would be pierced by something upbeat. We moved with what we heard. Oh, how I cannot bear to think about the music.