tiedyemusician
Deft is hard to write about. It's a word we don't often use. Deftly we do. Usually in relation to fingers, it seems. His fingers deftly worked at untying the knot. I don't know. This was hard.
I've been influenced by many people over my still-young life. My parents. My dad, especially. To be a musician. My best friend, to be a better person. I try to only take in positive influences. Negative ones don't serve me.
Happiness. Joy. Excitement.
Small things. A piece of chocolate. A new notebook. A hug. A breakthrough for a story.
Big things. True friendship. Expressed love.
Such is what gives me delight.
I wish he didn't have to go.
Don't get me wrong. I know it's good. I know he's going to serve so many people. But I can't help but have this feeling. Part of me wishes he could stay. Part of me wishes we could stay together and be together and skip the two years. But he won't, and even if he would I wouldn't let him. So I'll smile instead and keep the feeling inside where it belongs.
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