Duchamp
It's a love story. Not I love you, I hate you, I need you love story. It's a distance between us, silence surrounds us love story. This is waking up at 3am in a hotel room after a last attempt to spice things up becomes a dozen shitty chocolate covered strawberries, a bottle of cheap champagne, 7 minutes of strained physicality and falling asleep to Jimmy Fallon. The silence is frightening because words can't break it. Words get lost in the distance, no matter how close you are. Three feet is a billion miles. This is that love story. It's not the end. The silent destruction is over. Closing the distance begins. Maybe it's the fumbled first chord of Leonard Cohen's Chelsea Hotel. Maybe it's the song. Maybe it's laughing through the lyric, "giving me head on an unmade bed." It's the beginning. The distance dissipates through song. The music between us heals us. The music between us lets us begin again.