Jon Bellion - Simple And Sweet -

When she opened the door, she looked tired, her hair in a messy knot, a smudge of charcoal on her cheek from her sketches. He didn't give a grand speech. He didn't bring roses or a five-year plan. He just leaned against the doorframe and smiled. "I just wanted to see you," he said. "That’s it."

The sun hadn’t even hit the horizon yet when Elias found himself sitting on the edge of a sagging velvet armchair, a pair of oversized studio headphones clamped over his ears. He wasn’t a musician—he was a guy who felt too much and said too little. He pressed play on Jon Bellion - Simple And Sweet

Elias realized he was trying to build a cathedral when Maya just wanted a porch swing. He had been trying to "produce" their life, adding layers of synthesizers and effects to something that was already perfect in its demo state. When she opened the door, she looked tired,