subject line: from the girl in your song.



I still have the recording of the song you wrote me, after knowing me for a week and kissing me goodbye on the beach, saying “I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t do it.”

I still look up your name and read your obituary and wonder if it was suicide, and wonder if I should have taken your impromptu offer to move to your mansion in Mississippi.

What happened in those three weeks between looking in your brown eyes and the day you closed them forever?

Every beach trip, I pass your vacation home and wonder what its like inside without you. You, the ex-military musician who had traveled the world and made little 19-year-old me feel like I had my whole life ahead of me.

You made me see how short life is. How to treasure every person, even the boys from the beach.

Who knows, they might write you a love song.