we sat in silence as the record played, your thoughts consumed us both but only you could hear them.
"i want to give you a playlist." you told me, standing up to grab a pen and paper.
"why is that?" i asked, watching you scrawl over the page.
"so you can explore your meaning of music, i can't do it alone."
i nodded, a little off guard by your sudden mood, but i didn't question you.
you handed it to me and smiled, "listen to one of these songs everyday, i put my number so you can tell me what you think, and when you listen to the last song, find me."
i had felt like i already had.