"To My Dearest,
We're like two different songs played at the same time.
The notes twist and conflict in the air, forming a sickening cacophony.
Any beauty the music had in its individuality is lost in a whirlwind of noise.
But...sometimes just for a moment, the mixture is lovely-
the notes interact in a way that seems intentional...masterful even.
Like...like the notes had been written together,
like the melodies were made for one another."
-The Other Song