She hung up, and he played the song. It was an accident, but it came on anyway, and it was perfect.
Once, it was his song. He had told himself that it would always be his song, that he would never share it with a woman. He was wrong, of course, because eventually he met the right woman, and he played the song for her and she fell in love with it, and that’s how he knew he was in love with her. There were other songs that made him think of her, but this song was always different. This song was important.
It was ‘their’ song, and he tried to pretend for a while that it wasn’t, that the song was just on loan, and if they ever broke up he would take it back from her. He was just deluding himself. It was always ‘their’ song, from the moment she heard it.
She hung up, and he played the song. He didn’t intend to, it was just the next one on his playlist, but it was exactly what he needed. His nights had become lonely and sad, and her presence was the only thing that could help him. The song was a good substitute.
