The music in his ears just reminds him of every inch of you. It may be a little weird and out of character but, he wants to hold you, caress your waist as if you're his. Move his hands on the beat of the slow song. His heart can't contain such thoughts. It pounded against his chest. Signifying how worked up he is over the thought of you.

He closed his eyes and looked out his window. Waiting for a miracle, that maybe, you'd contact him to ease that feeling of missing you.