One thing I won’t let you do is to have you ruin every song we sang together for me.
You could keep my heart clutched in your hands.
You could keep all of the time I’ve spent thinking of you and the time I’ll probably keep spending.
You could even keep the notes that I always gave to you, except for maybe the ones I have stashed.

But I can’t let you keep the songs.

There are too many.
I have a ritual where I shuffle my playlist at least 3-4 times a week to see what the mood will be. Why does every song remind me of you? Why is every song singing to me about how I feel? Or what I missed out on? Or what I could have done to make it work. How come we couldn’t work?

No.

I can’t delete these songs from my playlist, even if they make me fall apart. Even if I painfully sing word for word, the songs you would sing right beside me.

You could have everything else.

Just let me keep my music.