You're not with me and yet, you are.
You're in every fucking Michael Buble song I hear. And I know it's weird because the song is sappy and happy and cheesy but, here I am, sulking in a corner.
You're Luther Vandross, singing you'd rather be with me even during the worst times than be with someone else in the happiest of days.
You're Stephen Bishop, promising quiet walks, dreams and the world...
You're Usher, urging me to come back, singing how you miss me and how you're sorry and how you want me back...
And with every note, the memory of your heart beating against mine comes up. And all these songs I once loved, all these songs we once listened to together just cuts and breaks my heart.
Every note.
Every beat.
Every time.