50 Reasons I Love You || l.s. short story

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Listening to music with you

I still remember when we were young, reckless teenagers who'd sneak out onto hotel rooftops and into far away fields. We'd look at the stars and listen to music.

Sharing a single pair of earbuds and lying down on our backs. Id get to hold your hand and listen to you quietly hum along to the melody. Squeeze it when a sappy love lyric played and you would squeeze right back.

If you were a song, I'd be playing you in repeat and never get sick of it.