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3rd of April, 2007 | 8:13 p.m.

After the concert we were walking back to his friend's house, and I was singing a few lines from one of the songs we had heard earlier that night. Then we had this little moment that doesn't lend itself well to words. All he did was simply pause, look over and then listen, but that moment and the look on his face are perfectly embedded in my mind, and the thought of it makes me smile.