he plugged his guitar in, and played it over the phone. the beginning sounds like whales. he says that’s intentional. and that the song is about us. my bedsheets are blue. I lie back, close my eyes. the guitar strings quiver, the amp catches it, passes it to the shitty secondhand phone he borrowed from me, and then to my ears. by then it sounds staticky, underwater. it’s long, too. he doesn’t usually make long songs. he’s in one of those one-minute bands, who scream. but the song is long, pretty, and poignant. I float until he lifts up the phone and asks me how it was. I’m technical, I say the last minute was drowned by static. Well, he says, it’s about our arguments. And our crazy differences, the language barrier, and constant misunderstandings, but how even though they happen over and over, I’ll still love you despite of it. I… I don’t know what to say. Would you like to hear it again? Yes. I even say are you mad, I want to hear it all night long, but he has already placed the phone away, and is playing again. I squeeze my eyes shut. I’ve never had a song made for me before. I am trying to learn and memorize, in case he forgets this tomorrow.