You don't play music. You feel it.

and they say it's not that easy
watching you go out to the sea
but i'll be waving, waiting, hoping, dreaming, thinking
of when you come home to me
just as long as you're gone
i'll wait on
wait for every letter
making everything better
and never giving up
of what's more than love

Jie Jie wrote this for me. It's the chorus of a possibility. She was right. I started tearing up.

Studying for math final.