Everybody love song. They love how the singer sung it, they love how the composer composed it. They say, you can express your feelings, emotions by song.
But not for me. Wanna know why?
It's because I hate song.
I hate how the singer sung it, I hate how the composer composed it.
Like what the hell? Why are they expressing their feelings to someone through song if the can express it through saying it directly.
They say, Its kinda romantic and special if someone sing or composed a song for you.
Seriously? How can it be romantic and special if that someone who sing or composed a song for you did not fully expressed his/her feelings.
As an evidence is when we watch a man proposing or confessing his feelings to his woman, he'll sing a song yet after singing he will add some flowery or whatsoever words to express what he truly feels towards her.
Like, what the hell man, it is better if you ddidn't sing if at the end you'll add some words!
Plus, some song is kinda something.
For example, in a song there's really a lyric that says a obvious thing yet it ask.
Like what the, why would you ask if it is clearly obvious!? Are you an idiot or something?
Well, anyway I met this man who actually differ from me.
He loves song while I hate.
I'm into speech but he hates speech, he hates talking.
He rarely spoke while I'm loud.
He sings well, composed a masterpiece, while me? Well as what I've said I hate song. So yeah.
But despite of our different personalities we get along well. We became best of best buddy turn to be lover and turn to be couple.
He knew me well and so did I. So since we are, he did everything to make me slip into his world, music.
And yes he did but not totally. I still hate songs but I love the melody, the rythm and everything except the lyrics.
I even remember how he beg for me just to listen if his piece was good or nah and sulked after I gave my comment. Lol what can I do? I'm a song hater, remember?
Then one day instead of making me listen to his composed song, he let me listen to it's track, melody. And that's when I become a melody lover. Instead of music/song lover.
I even remember how he train, helped me to make some melody for nothing. Yes, I did really struggle so did him since I never been into music-music before. But at the end we successfully composed one.
He produced it under my name and it became popular all over the world because of its uniqueness.
I got fame because of him. I get to know by everyone because of him.
The two of us become popular to everybody and I am happy with it. But much more happy when he proposed to me using our special piece that wasn't produce yet.
His proposal was memorable. Because instead of playing, singing a song he says it in a cute but shyly way since he hates talking.
I remember how red his face, ears is. But kept on talking serious, sincerely about what he truly feels towards me. He talked for more than thirty minutes that making his proposal talk become speech! Before he kneel down and say "Will you marry me?" And because I am surprise, I was speechless but he glares at me and said "Can you please say, yes? You knew I hate talking but I talked for straight thirty minutes just for you. And now you will let me kneel here for another minutes?" He gradually spoke.
So I immediately say 'yes' afraid that his temper might runoff and pull over the ring.
After then he stood up quickly and madly whispered "you know I composed a song just for you but change it into long speech since you hates song. I really want to hit them with my guitar but thanks to you I did not" just after he said those, his friends came out from their hiding place. Some are holding their tears, but most is holding their laughter. ' so they are the 'them' he meant in his words and the reason why his temper is in a low mode' I guess.
"Hey you're spacing out again."
"Huh?" I asked then looked at his old figure confused then he gestured the kids in front of us.
"So grandma what happened next?" One of my grandchildren asked.
"Well..." I forged a cough then looked at this man sitting beside me who is now having this redden face and ears.
I giggle. Just seeing this man like this make me think that even if decades pass, our feelings towards each other won't cahnge; no matter what happen.
"W-what?" He asked.
Then reality hits me. I quickly composed myself then looked at him. Who is kow looking at me with his bushed face.
I immediately looked away and blink swiftly as I feel the blood rushing up through my face. 'Agh what are you doing? You idiot!" I nagged my inner me. Then shook my head.
"Eyy... grandma and grandpa act like teenagers." One of my teenager grandchild starts followed by a loud cheer came from them.
Jihoon and I looked at each other wearing redden face then immediately looked away. And heard his loud forged cough. As I thought that this kids will stop, the cheer became more louder than before.
Not until my husband, Jihoon pull his guitar that made the atmosphere quite as the abandoned city.
Well, haha my husband is quite popular with his deadly weapon, guitar.
"Her---- oh?" My elderly daughter came in and got surprised by the sudden change of the atmosphere.
Her eyes slowly travel until it stopped on Jihoon's guitar. Then a small giggle came from her heard.
"Kids, storytelling is over. Let's go outside to have some snacks." She spoke then one by one our grandchildren lose.
I our sight until there's only the two of us left.
"You old grumpy Jihon! You just scare our grandchildren!" I nagged him.
"Tsk. Good for them. Children nowadays is so chaotic." He sulked.
"But thanks to them I get the courage to play and say this."
I confusedly stare at him as he get his guitar and start strumming it.
"Don't try to sin-----"
"I love you until my breath runs out~
I love you 'till death~
I love you I love you I love you~" he sung.
I smiled sweetly but laugh after realizing that he kept saying the same words over and over again.
Well, this song or whatsoever my husband had composed to me is my favorite until death come for me.
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So now, who says 'Different feathers won't flock together'? You are probably wrong dude, because 'DIFFERENT FEATHERS FLOCK TOGETHER' .
