I'm back on the second level, but this time I'm not alone, I've got you and your friends with me this time, but the thing that sends my heart a flutter is the fact that I'm finally actually with you, not just seeing you in passing. You don't have your guitar with you this time, so you go to the piano. You never told me you could play, silly. You look at me when I ask about it and tell me that you only know one song; Gymnopedie No. 1. I don't tell you that I learned that song back in elementary school, all I do is close my eyes and listen. 

You play better than I thought you would.

I like watching how your fingers move over my instrument, as if its some sort of sacred dance you're performing just for me, even though I know thats not true. It resonates with me more than playing your guitar does, and I know that sounds silly, but theres something about the way you play the piano, the emotion you put behind it, that just makes me want to close my eyes and listen all day. Call me a hypocrite, but it's the truth. 

Its almost over too fast, and then we're all back to the couches, just chatting about life in general. Of course you and I start talking about music. Oh how I've missed this, just being able to talk about something we both love with one another. I miss waking up to your messages, of anticipating the songs you would send me. I miss listening to them and hearing your words through the lyrics, because even though neither of us could actually tell one another our feelings, I know we both felt it through our music.

I said it over and over again through music, but I'll say it again; I'm yours and I always will be.