It's weird how at certain times, certain songs can trigger old memories associated with it. Yet sometimes the memories seem so locked away that they won't come out. When they do come out, it's weird how weird it can make you feel, or how much it can hurt. The first time I heard this song, I was sitting on the brick divider outside school in seventh grade, Denise's headphones in one ear. We just got back from the field day at the beach, and everything seemed nice. After each fight, I remember sitting in the living room singing this song, him joining in out of tune. Even though looking around, there was one thing less together, being at the wonderwall stage meant the fight was over. It meant everything was okay. It was that feeling of reassurance, even though I knew another fight would come. Sometimes you don't even realize how much things change until everything is different.
Monday, January 25, 2010
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