A Surgery and Recovery

 As May unfolded, we fit in as many dates as possible before her upcoming cosmetic surgery—Candlelight Coldplay Orchestra, Train, Open Mic Duo, and karaoke nights. Despite the major conflict of May 15th, we managed to work through the insecurities and frustrations, coming out stronger on the other side.


When the big day arrived, her surgery went smoothly. The medical staff assured her she’d be thrilled with the results—and they weren’t wrong. 🫠 After a few weeks of recovery, she would be ready to resume dating, but even without physically seeing each other, our connection never faltered. Conversations flowed effortlessly, and my favorite moments were when we shared music together.


Each day, as responsibilities faded into the evening, she was the first person I wanted to talk to. Often, I felt moved by our bond, and I poured those feelings into poetry and songwriting.


One evening while she rested in bed, a melody drifted into my mind. I picked up my guitar, laid down a progression, and with excitement, shared the beginning of a song with her—what would become Beautiful:


“Close your eyes and let’s pretend that I’m holding your hand. I’m right by your side.”


I invited her into my creative space, asking her to add the next line. Without hesitation, she wrote:


“the night is still, but my body is aching. Missing your warmth with every breath I am taking.”


From there, we exchanged verses back and forth, singing to each other in real time. It was one of the most intimate and unforgettable moments we ever shared.


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