i watched you as your fingers traced dusty records.
today, you decided to find a classic rock album in the back.
the way you dressed always made me think of an alternative model, heavy boots and leather jackets; if anyone could pull it off it was you.
you have been in this store before, billions of times actually.
i didn't understand your obsession for music so i asked you.
you smiled for the first time at me, and i could feel my stomach flip.
you responded, "let me show you, what music can do. "
your obsession was music, and my obsession was you.
YOU ARE READING
records
Fanfiction||book three of the obsession series || m.c you loved records, and i loved you.
