It was a dark, chilly night - the kind that felt like a prelude to a winter of bitter cold. As soon as the song came on the radio, I knew both the song and the singer, even though this partcular pairing I'd never heard before. I already liked the original, and having just acquainted myself with the duo that was covering it (and later learning the collaborator was someone I fancied as well) made the discovery something of a treat. But as I listened to the song, tears slowly welled up in my eyes, and as I tried to blink them away to ensure I maintained my vision for driving, I just couldn't stop the slow trickle of tears.
I had responsibilities to which I needed to attend, but I also sensed that you would have rather not have me with you at the time anyway. Out of duty for the former and respect for the latter, I left you with my heart heavy, damning the cards that were not in my favor that night.
At the very least, I had the song. Listening to that song at that moment both made me happy and sad. I was happy to have found such a gem, but was more sad than anything; I was driving down a long and lonely road away from you.
Amongst my sadness, I found solace in the song's beauty, for as I made that journey away from you, I felt each inch I drove come between us, allowing the cold slowly creep into your heart. The comfort that I found with the song as my companion was the hope that perhaps it all wasn't so.
And when the song faded away, I desperately clung onto that hope it gave me...only to discover with time, that too was to fade.
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