For Ev, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

My Darling,

What has become of us?  You were the harmony to my melody. Our love song was composed on the sheet music of innocence and insecurity.  But then our composition fell apart.  Your voice overrode mine, to the point where I became the background for your performance. I lost my voice in your chorus; then your voice disappeared and I was singing alone.

Is it a bit of-key for me to say I miss you?  I know we've attempted to move on; listened to different genres and practiced new duets, but I can't get our song out of my mind. The notes match my heartbeat and the lyrics caress my thoughts. With every breath I take I'm reminded of how beautiful our symphony was, and how beautiful it could be again.

What would happen, do you think, if we dusted off our old record and played it again? Would it still play as melodious as before, or would it be scratched beyond repair?