Petite Prose (18)

She said, ‘Dedicate a song to me.’

He paused.

‘I can’t. Not just a single song. You are not a song. A song is something you listen to, and then forget as new and better ones come. You are no song. Not just an addictive tune or a classic beat. Not even a foot tapping melody covers it. There is so much more to you than that. You are… music. Something which is always there in your head, has stood the test of time itself and will forever be in our heads and burn in our hearts. Something that we cannot live without, no matter how hard we try. You are. Music.’



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