I always wanted beautiful music written about me. My best friend in high school wrote beautiful music that made me fall in love with him. I would watch his eyes as he wrote every emotion he'd ever felt on that lucky piece of paper. They lit up when he wrote about passion and fell dark when he wrote about his anger. I could never get up enough courage to tell him how I felt about him. How I wanted to be the person he wrote about and be the one who made his eye light up. But my chance flew away, just like my high school years. Now I look back and wish I had made my move. Maybe things would be different… Very different.

I'm not exactly having music written about me now.