Classes for Max were hard, harder than anything he had to learn before. After one particularly difficult day, he headed out to the fire escape for some fresh air. The November air was cool and dry, but it was somehow calming.
Then he heard the strumming of a ukulele. This brought a smile to his face.
Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home
Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know, know
I swear it will get easier,
Remember that with every piece of you
Hm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die
Hm, we keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
That's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
You can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."
He was tempted to clap, but if he did then he'd probably have to talk to her. Which was something he was positively terrified about doing. So, he just sat there. Awestruck, he had been living under her for nearly three months. Yet, her voice still managed to steal the breath right from his lungs.
She was brilliant. She was absolutely brilliant. Yet, I'd probably never muster enough courage to talk to her. Admiring her from below seemed like a much better idea.
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Ukulele Girl
RomanceMax Johnston lives in a small apartment in New York City with his best friend Leo Paulson. Little did he know, a girl with the most beautiful voice lived an apartment above him. -------- Emerald Jade Patel, or EJ as her friends call her, loves musi...
