The song survived.
Strange how a song outlives a person.
He's gone. The song isn't.
It comes on in a supermarket, in a taxi, in someone else's car, and for three minutes and forty seconds you're back in a kitchen you no longer have a key to.
For a while you skip it.
Then one day you don't.
You let it play. You notice the bassline you never heard because you were too busy feeling things. You realise it's actually a very good song.
And that's how you know.
Not when you stop thinking of him.
When the song goes back to belonging to you.
Turn it up.
~TCOTBH
Heartbreak Looks Different On Us.