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Sorting through music on my computer, I frantically search for my favorites in an attempt to cram them into the miniscule, included memory card. I come across an "Unknown Album", the first in these depths of unmarked music. Curiosity arose, and I hit that familiar triangle to play the music.
My ears were not prepared for what they heard. A CD, long forgotten, probably lost amid millions of other unmarked CD's somewhere in my room... but one strangly different from all of the others. I remember the day it was placed on my desk, and he "reluctantly" walked over to receive my embrace. I snuggled into his chest and enjoyed the warmth of his closeness. Soon after, our lips met in sweet tender innocence, as they so often did. There were times of less innocence, but those blissful naive encounters were my favorite.
As the music played across my puny alarm clock-radio-CD player, I breathed in this taste of something different. I have my preferences, but I always liked "your" music too. And to this day... I can't hear certain songs without painstakingly remembering the thought of you and I. I suppose I just selfishly want a lover I don't have to love...
Merry Christmas, darling. I hope this one was better.
My ears were not prepared for what they heard. A CD, long forgotten, probably lost amid millions of other unmarked CD's somewhere in my room... but one strangly different from all of the others. I remember the day it was placed on my desk, and he "reluctantly" walked over to receive my embrace. I snuggled into his chest and enjoyed the warmth of his closeness. Soon after, our lips met in sweet tender innocence, as they so often did. There were times of less innocence, but those blissful naive encounters were my favorite.
As the music played across my puny alarm clock-radio-CD player, I breathed in this taste of something different. I have my preferences, but I always liked "your" music too. And to this day... I can't hear certain songs without painstakingly remembering the thought of you and I. I suppose I just selfishly want a lover I don't have to love...
Merry Christmas, darling. I hope this one was better.