And maybe that’s why I’m home now.
Maybe that’s why I walked away from the mansion, the parties, the tours.
Adrianna Bosco has always been the pulse under every song I wrote.
Maybe she’s the reason my heart still beats at all.
She's everything I remembered and more.
The only woman I feel like myself with.
The only one I can be real with.
It’s like she sees me.After all these years, she still sees me.
Standing next to her in that gymnasium?She silenced the noise.
The cold, hard truth is Adrianna Bosco is the only woman I’ve ever truly wanted.
She’s the only one I’ve never stopped loving.
And I know I have shit to do, but I can’t stop thinking about her.
I’ve been dodging Trish’s calls for forty-eight hours now.
She’s great and all, but I know she wants to talk about my next steps, and musical direction, and post-label strategy.
Stuff I should care about.
Stuff I used to care about.
But truth is—I don’t.I have no plans when it comes to my career at this time.
Not yet, anyway.
My brain’s too full of Adrianna.She’s in every empty space, every quiet moment.She’s the only thing that feels alive in me right now.
And being with her—even just those few hours, passing cookie bags and laughing about my terrible fake accent with our old teacher—felt so damn easy.Natural.Like we’re still made of the same melody even after all these years.
She doesn’t want anything from me.
Not fame.
Not money.
Not a piece of the spotlight.
Everyone else I meet looks at me like they’re starving—vultures ready to pick a piece of me clean.But not Ad.
She sees me.The real me.The dumb kid I used to be, the messed-up man I am now, everything in between.
And God, I want a chance to show her I can be the man she needs.
The one she deserved back then.
The one she still deserves now.
I look around the house—my house now, I guess—but it doesn’t feel right to call it that yet.
