“Dear Melody, Love Ink.” Day Two

—a daily love letter to music:

Day Two

“The hook that broke my heart, the bridge that healed it.”

Dear Melody,

We never talk about the moment the hook hits. That split-second when a chorus knows your secrets before you do. I was mid-commute, iced latte in hand, when a heartbreak I hadn’t processed came back wearing a melody—and baby, it hit like betrayal in reverb.

The hook broke me. It tore open the quiet places I thought I had wallpapered over with distractions and good lighting. But then… the bridge came. Soft. Honest. Unapologetic. It held my hand like a friend who’d stayed up all night with you before. It reminded me that even heartache has a harmony. Even wounds want to be sung through.

That’s the thing about good songs. They don’t just tell your story—they finish the sentences you were too proud to say out loud.

And somehow, they leave you whole.

Love in the reprise,

SHERIS