He looked up to the sky, his face a typical expression when you are about to say something important
"do you know the only detestable fact about music?'' he breathed
She shrugged, in a childlike way
He smiled, a crescent one, like the moon dangling from the sky that night from an invisible strand led down farther above
"it makes you think. It brings out the parts of you, you wouldn't hand over to people, because you despise yourself for them, a lot maybe, and you fear people would leave you for them. It makes you feel incomplete, in more than one way possible. It calls out to your deepest insecurities, like the way most people say your name. It resonates with the darkest corners of your soul, and yet, it doesn't harm you. Maybe that is exactly why people love music so much, it doesn't leave their side even when its seen them at their worst"
"is that exactly why you call me 'your favourite melody'?" She spoke in a low voice, smiling genuinely through her eyes
he smiled, knowing no limits, like a full moon, bright and beautiful, kissed her forehead, leaving his moist imprint "exactly"
And that's their love, like a soft melody, echoing through the hearts of thousands of people, yearning to be loved
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