So, if you’re having a day where the world feels a little too loud, put on the “Wish You Were Here” cover. Not the Pink Floyd version—the one you stumble upon on YouTube at 2 AM.
Let the guitarist’s voice crack. Let the strings ring out a little too long. Let yourself miss someone. It’s not a sign of weakness; it’s proof that you loved. And if you haven’t heard this cover yet, go find it.
And bring tissues. Not because you’ll cry, but because the song is like a surprise sneeze of pure nostalgia. You’ll thank me later. I wish I was there to see your face when you hear it.
