It's a love story. Not I love you, I hate you, I need you love story. It's a distance between us, silence surrounds us love story. This is waking up at in a hotel room after a last attempt to spice things up becomes chocolate covered strawberries, cheap champagne, and seven minutes of strained physicality. The silence is frightening because words can't break it. Words get lost in the distance, no matter how close you are. Three feet is a billion miles. This is that love story. It's not the end. The silent destruction is over. Closing the distance begins. The distance dissipates through song. The music between us heals us. The music between us lets us begin again.