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Six strings and a saxophone - that sums up my relationship with my beloved. When we were but sixteen years old he handed me a cassette tape with a few songs his band had recorded over the summer. His voice… it was unlike any voice I had ever heard. His sixteen year old body had some catching up to do with that sound. No matter, from that moment on, he was the sexiest guy I had ever met. We didn’t date right after that. I was shy. He was shy.

When we did start dating, it was the most natural thing in the world. Gosh, I can’t believe I still remember the feeling. We were so young! I was completely infatuated with his fingers. Now, don’t let your mind go into that gutter! I just loved the way he played that Yamaha Les Paul guitar of his. He loved that thing with all of his being but when he looked at me, I could tell, even back then, he would love me more.

Me? I play the saxophone. I have never loved it as much as I love him but it is a part of me. A part of us. When we play together, it feels like home.

Six strings, a saxophone…