We had so much fun playing Gypsy Nurse.
I'd model guitars in Sam's hallway, another favorite place we played music. "Have Mercy!" he'd say.
No matter how many times I ran away, Sam would find a way to win back my heart. I was horrified when he broke a guitar on my back steps. "Guitar Killer!" I cried, but I have to admit it impressed me and we were on again.
Sam made me feel beautiful. It didn't matter if I brushed my hair or if my angry skin was erupting. He told me I was beautiful and I believed him.
