Zane

I took a break from her, not because I was still angry or even upset, but because suddenly the music wouldn't stop coming. I turned to music, as I always did, only this time, it wasn't my savior.

It was my sanity.

The more I sang, the more grounded I felt.

The more grounded I felt, the more I thought about things from her perspective.

And I felt like a dick.

Because what did I expect? To sweep her off her feet and tell her that despite ...