on sunday, i gave away my guitar and i didn't expect it to be so hard didn't expect it to crumble my heart to know i will never feel those strings again close my eyes and move my hands never tune the thing until 2 AM nathan, please take good care of it because i love that guitar, but i'm scared to admit scared that you'll ask again why i quit scared that you won't keep your promise
i've begun the process of giving away my things, and my guitar left an ugly hole in my chest that i'm afraid cannot be filled. i poured my soul into it for two years and now it's gone for good.