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               He has played multiple gigs. He plays at multiple gigs. But unfortunately, I've never seen him play at one. So today, I pictured him playing at a gig. In my head. He's described it numerous times; the way his eyes close intently as he croons to one of his own covers, the way his fingers smoothly glide over the strings, and the favorite black hat he likes to wear. It just wasn't enough. Not anymore.  So, I sat myself down today and as I let the wonderful aroma of filter coffee transform me to a different world; I closed my eyes, and I truly pictured him playing at a gig. And let me tell you, it was magical. No, it was mystical. The background noise slowly started to fade away, the hustle and bustle of the city seemed non-existent and I could hear the notes from a distant song. His rather tall frame on the bar stool seemed tailor made for him, the way his knee curved slightly-so seemed to make him look almost regal. The words rolled off his tongue,

Isn't it sad how everything slowly fades away? No matter how strongly you felt about something at a particular moment, it eventually fades away into oblivion. You think that you'll never feel the same way again, or you think you'll never breathe again, or sometimes you even fool yourself into thinking you're going to die from the pain; and yet you're okay. It might leave a memory. Just as a deep cut leaves a scar. But the pain goes away. Once in a while, you might look at the scar or someone might notice it and ask how you ended up with it, that's when you're reminded of the incident. But otherwise, it simply fades away. Sad, but true. I wondered for the longest time, why it has to be that way and realized; it's nature's way of healing you. You simply cannot exist any other way. As strongly as I feel for you now, I know I'll be healed of you eventually. So, do I stop feeling for you less?  Do I take a step back? Do I hold back? Do I say

I met a boy A man, with the heart of a boy With a disarming voice That sends shivers down my spine .."Darling," says he On the other end of the line bringing me to my knees and setting my heart on fire A moment of blur Like a deer caught in headlights  As I hurry to gather myself He notices my nervous quiver An all-knowing smirk begins to form On the corner of his perfect lips A tiny sigh escapes its ruby bondage He calms me in an instant, as I melt In to a puddle of nothingness Burying my face in his chest Butterflies explode inside my darkest depths He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear As he bends down to whisper  .."I'm not going anywhere." His fingers fidget behind his back I peep sideways in anticipation He chuckles at my childlike innocence Like a skilled magician Pulling out a hare from his hat He produces an object  That will forever tug on my heart strings A guitar.  My eyes widen in pu