I' v been playing the guitar like crazy. Every time I would play it my finger tips would hurt, now I officially have calluses. The guitar is no longer Steve's and I call it "my" guitar without even noticing. But when Steve is in the house and I'd say "Steve can you hand me my guitar." He looks at me "What guitar? Who's guitar?" "Your guitar." and sometimes when I'm really tired or out of sorts I say "The guitar."
Before it would take me a month to finish a song. Now in the past month I' v written and rewriting five of the best songs I' v ever written. And sometimes when I have one of my own songs stuck in my head (that's the worst) and I'm singing it Aliese goes "What song are you singing?" and giggle and say "Mine." and Aliese goes "Oh. Well now I can't even tell the difference." Great, right?
I know what the inspiration is and I'm afraid to tell you cause I know you'll take it the wrong way and joke me about it the rest of my life. So just to give you something to think about I'll leave you in suspense a while. And I don't even know if I'll ever tell you. Leave your hunches in the comments if you must but know I will not be returning any to you.
Who knows, maybe it will last.