I hated puberty. It had been that horrible stage from child hood, to pre teen, and my stage from ugly, to ugly with menstrual cramps.

He is always there, and the reasonable side of me always makes sure to push him down as far as I can. I notice it, but I always make sure to ignore it.

There is so much more to the notes being strum from his guitar, behind everything is raw emotion, and it’s proof that he is human. That his heart beats just like mine and that sadness...