confession.

i’m legitimately nervous that i will one day fall in love with a girl who has subpar taste in music.

i have nightmares about it actually.

the car rides to visit family.

the vacations.

the road trips.

the cleaning days.

the times where we just simply want to listen to music.

i can see it now, selflessly agreeing to listen to whatever she wants.

this, this is my nightmare.