Falling in love is getting knocked unconscious and coming to with a smile dominating your face. It’s never dreaming because you talk for hours then lie awake thinking of the perfection you think you’ve found. It’s lying around with intertwined legs and fingers suddenly becoming a singer because love creates music. So we enter the studio to lay down a track knowing now there’s no turning back and your eyes were the hook, your lips the verses. Our melody broke through the surface and we danced to it on repeat. You’d swept me off my feet. And just when I thought we could stay there forever, the needle stopped moving. There was a scratch on our record and it refused to keep playing. It was wounded as was I when you walked out saying goodbye. I said be calm and never cry. And sat back down letting out a sigh. I moved the needle back to the outside and let our story play one last time. Without you, it was just as beautiful, just as sweet but I couldn’t sing along.