A Wish for Us

When the threat of death hung over you, you realized that your true dreams weren’t so grand. And they all came down to one thing—love. Material possessions and idealistic goals faded away like a dying star. Love was what remained. Life’s purpose was to love.

Since you . . . it’s felt different. Music. It’s you, Farraday. You’ve made it different.

I believed that when someone was so imbedded in your heart, your soul, they never truly left.

Music gives a soul to the universe, Wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, And life to everything.” ~ Plato

Like you’re his air. Like you’re the water to whatever hellfire lives inside him.

Her voice was violet blue. I closed my eyes. It was my favorite color to hear.

In this arena, I was the puppet master. They were the dolls.

And like a forever-raging sea, my heart never calmed.

Suddenly, his eyes slammed open and he stepped forward, crowding me so completely that our chests touched and we breathed the same air.

If my failing heart hadn’t let him in before, it did just then.

His fingers never hit a wrong note. He was perfect as he told me a story I would never know, yet completely understood.

She was my God-given gift. The girl that brought me back life.

Manners cost nothing, son. Always be gracious with those who want to help.

A rush of anger seemed to singe the bones in my body. Because Bonnie Farraday was perfect. Perfection with an imperfect heart.