I love "pop" music. I played the hell out of Kelly Clarkson's "Since you've been gone" when it came out (and for a long time afterward) even though I hadn't lost anyone at the time. My latest favorite pop song is Katy Perry's "Firework." Tomorrow, Panthea, the love of my life is moving out. It's going to be hard for her. Not physically so much as emotionally. Chin up, love. This song is for you:
It's more than a spark, baby. It's a flame. I don't want you to leave, but I understand why. Make it loud. Distort the speakers. Scream the lyrics. It's going to be okay.
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