There's an ache that happens, sometimes, and leaves me staring at my ceiling and noticing all the empty spaces. It's not the ache that cripples me, not the one that makes me never want to get out of bed. This is the soft ache, the one that reveals my longing for something more. Classical guitar is a near-perfect sountrack for this ache, observing the absence instead of trying to fill it. God placed this ache in me, and as the day quiets, I feel it now.