We talk about these beginnings and ends of our story so often that we’ve nearly omitted the middle. The blissful betwixt bits, the soft-edged and out of focus pleasant parts, memories jammed somewhere in the center of you and I. Our hands have torn page thirty to one hundred eighteen and nearly everything in between. My ‘1: Hello (0:12)’ and your ‘12: Goodbye (2:27)’ played on repeat for so long that the disc skipped ‘6: Harmony (3:12:6:05)’.
I had to read it twice, but that's pretty good.