Day 8: Dear M,

You were my jukebox which plays any song that randomly pops out of my head.

You said your fondest memory of me was when you heard me singing a love song while you were on top of a ferris wheel with your lover. I can hardly remember what song was that. I can hardly remember the tune, the lyrics.

Guess I just hummed to you and your lover’s heartbeats. I played sweet music for you both in return.

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