Your friend, the girl with cute in her name, doesn't think she's a good singer. I know how to determine that. I ask her what her favorite song is, but I automatically look at you. What was your favorite song of ours? I know you used to love Lost on You by Lewis Capaldi, but I don't know what your favorite was. Is? Do you still listen to them anymore?

She tells me she likes Riptide by Vance Joy. I remember that song. But mostly I remember that artist. We sent some of his songs back and forth before. I look over at you again, hoping maybe that artist sparked some sort of memory within you, but you're still looking at her.

I tell her to come with me, and we both head over to the piano. I tell her not to worry, I'll be here the whole time. At first she's unsure of the key, so I sing the first line to lead her on, and then she really gets it. She does have a good voice, and as soon as she gains the confidence that fact is made completely obvious. I add in a little bit of harmony here and there, and soon its starting to sound like a real song.

Out of the corner of my eye I see you, but I only glance this time. I shouldn't be so preoccupied with you all the time, its probably not good for me. So for a few minutes I pretend like you don't exist, and I get lost in the music again.

We end up playing a couple different songs, but then you're there, right next to me, with your guitar slung around your shoulder, and you're looking at me for directions. So I tell you the chords, and you jump right in.

I've always loved acoustic sets, but this takes the cake. Our sounds really meld together, and it's almost like we meant for this to happen. We look at one another every once in a while, mostly if theres a change of pac or direction, or just out of sheer enjoyment. Your smile is back, and a lot of the times it seems almost directed at me. This is what I dreamed of for months, our music, out loud, together. This is the us I wanted.

I think we're on the second song when a man walks by and drops a five on the piano. We look at each other and laugh. Five dollars! I guess we are good together after all. Your instrument and mine, your voice and mine, the harmony and the melody, the acoustic and the piano. We fit together.

If only you saw that too.