The unmistakable guitar riff resonated out of the speakers. I watched his body relax and sink into the bed. I knew it was his favorite and it was mine as well. As the lyrics began, he sighed gratifyingly and rolled over.
"...unsealed on a porch a letter sat..."
I lay there staring at his softly freckled back, illuminated by the soft glow of the computer screen. I listened to every word, every chord, every beat, because I knew I would never forget that exact moment, nor listen to the song in the same way ever again.
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