Dear Taylor,
   I don't know why I'm bothering to write you this letter. You haven't answered any of my other letters. What happened to us, Taylor? I trusted you when you said that we'd still be together, even though you'd be gone most of the time. I believed you when you said you'd never hurt me and when you said things wouldn't change, that you'd call and write and email me every day.
   Sure you called in the beginning, everyday as promised. But then your calls came every week, then every other week. Soon if you called once a month it was a miracle. But now your calls have stopped completely. Why, Tay? I thought you loved me. I sure loved you. Yep, you read that right, Tay. Loved. I don't love you any more.
   When you first left, I didn't know what to do. I didn't know who I was if I wasn't "Taylor Hanson's Girlfriend." But I've grown up since you left. I've done some serious soul searching and came to a conclusion. I know who I am and I don't have to be your girlfriend to be me.
   I see now that you never loved me as much as your music. It was always the most important to you.
   Taylor, from now on, you stay away from me. I've wasted thousands and thousands of kisses on you. Kisses I thought were special because of your lips and your smile and all your color and life. I used to think that was the real you when you smiled. But now I know you don't mean any of it. You just save it for all your songs. Shame on me for kissing you with my eyes closed so tight.
 Sincerely,
  Brianna

P.S. Taylor, my eyes are open now and I can see the real you. I just wish I'd opened them sooner.

   As Taylor read over the words on the page in front of him, a painful realization hit him. He had lost the one person he’d ever truly loved because he was too wrapped up in himself to notice their relationship was falling apart. Tears came to his eyes as he realized that he would never be able to get her back.

   “Hey Tay, you ready?” Zac asked on stage later that night.
   Taylor nodded and Isaac handed him his guitar and took over on the keyboards.
   “Folks, we’re gonna end tonight’s show with a song that we like to play during sound checks. It’s called “Still Rainin’” and it’s by our good friend Jonny Lang,” Taylor said, feeling a lump forming in his throat.
   Taylor closed his eyes and cleared his throat. His delicate pianist fingers played Isaac’s guitar with such passion as he began to sing with an emotion that came from somewhere deep inside him.

   As the last notes rang out, the awed crowd erupted into waves of applause.
   Taylor took off the guitar and returned it to its stand without looking at the crowd. He joined his brothers in the center of the stage, where they joined hands and bowed. It was only when he noticed Brianna in the front row with tears streaming down her cheeks, then he allowed his own tears to fall.