Loving Lasts

We were sitting on our friend Gabe's couch when his phone rang. We sat for awhile trying to look like we weren't listening, but as his face grew more intense, we stopped pretending. His eyes were wet.

He told us the story when he hung up. A story about people we knew, our friends. A story of betrayal after betrayal. Our hearts broke. Why do we ever even risk this? I thought. The pain is so great; it seems so inevitable. I went home and cried and wrote this.

Awhile later, my husband wrote a piece of music. He asked if I had anything to read over it. We recorded this in our basement: Love Remains.