I remember being 14. Standing in your room wanting to kiss you, worried about your mom. We turn on music, the classic charade of innocent activities. The album is Vertical Horizon. I stop, still hovering above you.
"I can't make out to Christian Music," I say.
"It's not," you reply and change the song to something other than Everything You Want.
Listening now to that song on Pandora, I can't help but laugh, at you, at us, and the reasoning of right and wrong.
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