I was sitting with you in the loungeroom of our home, a farm located in Wyoming, far away from the wretched world.

You were sitting in front of me on the wooden coffee table, I was sat on the worn couch, my Taylor 314ce guitar in my battered hands. I was strumming the guitar, singing to you. My guitar skills were decent, but my singing voice was somewhat pretty. "and if I were to lose you, I'd surely lose myself..." I sung softly, playing the song 'Future Days', a song Joel had taught me.