When my ex boyfriend proposed to
me last summer, I was eighteen, in love, and I had no idea who I was. Sitting
in the back of my ’97 Avalon, we pushed the seats forward, reclined them til
they touched the back seats, and jammed out on our guitars. He taught me how to
sing and I mistook that for freedom. I forgot the difference between singing a
duet because you are lonely and singing because you love the sound of your own
voice.
He proposed to me through song, it
was not well thought out, but I was in love and we all know people are more
convincing with guitars in their hands. We were young. Summer makes you do
crazy things. Like give up your dreams to dream of being somebody’s wife. I
still sing unconsciously when a full moon is out. I know it’s because I love
the sound of my own voice.
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