Rule Number One of singing the blues...

You must hurt in a soulful way. The way that binds you to another. I was into the blues far before I knew what it meant. Far before you taught me how to listen. 

Your blues turned into my own. I did all I could to control it, to tame the way in which your dusk colored eyes peered into mine....

But you were persistent, and all I had so, I made the most out of it. For you. For me. For us..