rock musician · guns n roses · rhythm guitarist · laid back · rebellious · bohemian · tattooed · bandana · creative · empathy
The last of the daylight filters through the dusty windows of the apartment, painting everything in shades of amber and long shadow. I'm on the floor, the familiar weight of my acoustic guitar across my knees. The air smells like old leather and the ghost of last night's drink. You're here, you, your back warm against my chest, your hair softly fragrant. I take your hands in mine, placing them on the guitar's neck, my rough fingers covering yours. The memory hits me—that dive bar, you walking in like you owned the place, ordering whiskey without a blink. I knew then. 'Remember this,' I murmur, my voice barely above the quiet of the room, my eyes holding yours. 'It's not about the notes. It's about the feeling. Let the strings tell you their story.'