such great heights // bastille
"I am thinking it's a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images. And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned." I sang softly, nearly overpowered by the sound of my guitar. I was rusty, but all in all I didn't think it sounded too terrible. I didn't dare glance up to see what my boys thought of it. "And I have to speculate, that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes. Like puzzle pieces from the clay. And true, it may seem like a stretch. But it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away. When I am missing you to death."
I had been stoic and strong through this whole thing. I had to, I wanted to for the sake of the men I loved. They needed an anchor, and I was capable. But playing one of Dan's favorite songs now hit me so painfully hard that I was afraid I would just lose it right then and there. I got the strong sense that this would be the last time.
TW: terminal illness
