They say that associating your music with people is a risky practice, and they're right.
I like what I like, and I stick to it. That’s how it was until you came into my life. I guess you could say I was a clenched fist, and you came by and slowly pulled each finger back until my hand was relaxed. You opened my eyes and made me experience new things, and I appreciate it.
You completely changed my music taste, but when we split, it hurt.
Every song that played reminded me of you. I used to lie to myself, saying that I had to keep listening to it until I became desensitized. In reality, I kept listening to remind myself of us—what we were, all the good memories, and great times.

Every time Hozier started playing, tears began to pour.
Every time I heard Noah Kahan, my mind would run back to you.
Every time Ricky Montgomery came on my headphones, I’d stare at my phone and ask why it was playing those songs. But I never skipped or muted them. I listened. Because every time they came on, I got to rewind time and relive the moments we had together.

Now that we're actually healthy and working things out properly, those songs bring a sense of relief. We didn’t give up on us; we gave up being toxic to one another. We didn’t give up on us; we agreed to work on ourselves and build a more stable foundation.

So yes, associating music with somebody is a risky practice. But I'm glad I took that risk. I'm glad that every time I listen to an artist or song that you recommended, I'm able to reminisce on our journey and see how far we've come. And I can't wait to see how far we go.