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Fuck.
I loved Johnny Reid.
Almost as much as I loved Jillian.
I belted out his song, “A Picture of You.”
It never got old.
I always got goose bumps whenever I sang these lyrics.
It so clearly described everything I felt for Jillian.
Everything I wasn’t allowed to feel for Jillian.
It was a song about memories.
And stolen kisses—and stolen hearts.
Mostly, it was about how little fucking time we really have here.
Memories.
Fucking memories were all I had of my time with Jillian.
All I’d ever have.
She’d never be mine.
The whole bar was so quiet, I knew all eyes were on me. And that suited me just fine.
I knew I could sing the fuck out of this song. Because I felt every goddamn word.
I’d lived every word.
After the last chord, I grabbed my whiskey and downed the entire glass. I’d been here for what felt like hours.
I should get up.
I should go home.
I should forget about Jillian.
Yeah.
I should do a lot of fucking things.
Instead, I let my fingers find their places, and I started playing Johnny Cash’s, “She Used to Love Me a Lot.”
Because I swear to God—Jillian used to love me. I thought she still did.
When I looked in her beautiful eyes—I saw love staring back at me.
But it wasn’t.
She didn’t love me anymore.
If she ever did.
