Love Loud Enough to Drown Out the Doubt

That made me laugh again.

Back then, my whole life revolved around music. I had ripped jeans, a leather jacket covered in safety pins, hair dyed black with grocery-store dye, and exactly twelve dollars in my bank account most weeks. My friends and I thought we were rebels because we played loud songs and complained about authority while living in our parents’ houses.

Sarah didn’t care about any of that.

She liked the songs.

She liked people.