This story was originally meant to be a romantic, happy piece of fluff, but naturally, me being me, it became...well, read on and find out. It has those crazy, long ass sentences that I love so very much but Word goes apeshit over, but who cares because it makes sense in my head and turns out to be beautiful in these cases and I hope it doesn't leave you all scratching your pretty little heads...I'm doing it again. Moving on, I'm sure you all can figure out who the two people is in this story...if not, it's Mon and Chan. That's right, I did a Mondler story...ish.

The story name comes from a song of the same name by Matthew Good Band, which I adore 100 percent, and the song is just amazing and I knew I had to use the name somehow. So please read and review and I love you all!

I do not own friends/actors/characters/Matthew Good Band, but I do own a few of their albums...not good enough? Damn.

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I'm watching him in the mirror, love in his eyes and I just know those are the eyes that inspire symphonies.

I look back at him, through the reflective panel that is the mirror and I'm in love.

I look at him and its love.

A love story for the two of us, dancing in the music that his eyes inspire.

When I look at him, I hear music; see lyrics and music notes – on crisp white stave paper, just waiting to age – and I want to, no, need to sing, if only to get that desperation out of me; the desperation that is making me cry, my left hand pressed against the cool glass of the mirror, stroking his reflective face.

My wedding ring, sparkling in the light.

When I look at him, I'm inspired to write a symphony, but I'm looking in the mirror, not at him and the person I'm looking at is an apparition and I haven't felt his breath on my cheek for three months now, because the dead are unable to breathe and I know this and the tears only fall harder.

The apparition leaves, taking the music and I wonder and long for them to return, but I know there will be no symphonies from me, only a barrage of tears. My wedding ring sparkles one last time and it's a love story for no one.