“I want an old time love... nothing else is good enough,” I sing along. It’s still except for the radio and my terrible singing. Silence is golden, oh so golden when stolen from quiet lips.
“... Nothing else is g-g-good enough,” I sniffle wiping at moist eyes. My voice is coated with tears and I try to push away every contemptuous thought suffocating me. I’m wondering if this is life or just my nightmares playing on a loop.
Try? I might.
Succeed? Not quite.
A hand pauses on my shoulder, a finger wipes away a tear and a deeper voice whispers low: “try to succeed...” I smile.
Why the hell not!
You’re so right!
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