A car ride today was a perfect metaphor for our relationship. I had my headphones on, which he could not see. He kept talking and gesturing, pointing our various things, not realizing I could not hear a word. I did not care for anything he had to say, and so I just nodded along to the music, which he took to be affirmation of whatever he was talking about. The authoritan bull that so infuriates me was being thrown towards me in spadefulls. I was oblivious. I did not want to meet his eyes anymore, so I looked out the window the entire way. It was only when the car stopped and I began to exit that I noticed the little hard lines had appeared on my forehead unconsciously, and had now evaporated as I found myself out of his company. This is how music saves my life, one day at a time.