Last week, my roommate sold me her guitar. I tied on the strap with a big pink bow, the ribbon from the flowers my parents gave me when I graduated earlier this month, and I named her Vivian. We're still getting to know each other.
Five years ago, this was the song that a dear friend and I wanted to sing together and never did. The friend is long gone, but I still have the music I wrote out for us, and the words are still beautiful. It's time to sing it again.
We'll know what we've lost and all that we've won when this road finally takes me home.