![]() ![]() And that woman would burn out with the man who was made to keep her warm.” “He was my song, my soul, my everything, and his love had propelled me forward into the woman I wanted to be. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song? So, to erase any doubt, I ditched my first-class ticket and decided to take a drive, fixed on the rearview.Īnd the long road home to the man who was waiting for me. ![]() I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. Then I received a phone call that left me off key. The average song is three and a half minutes long those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia.Īt the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. ![]()
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