Don't dream, when you can't make it real. They're only fictions anyway - Moddi, A Sense of Grey

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance, in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you're perfectly free - Rumi

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Feb 5, 2013

A Love Song For No One

Memories are meant to fade; sooner or later, they vanish without a trace. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, something happens and the memory plays in your head so clearly that for a moment, it feels like it was just happening. 
It can be anything; a passage from a book you're reading, the sudden whiff of a familiar perfume, driving down a once forgotten road.
And sometimes, a song.
Bittersweet, like intense dark hot chocolate with whipped cream.
Music that resonates in the deepest recesses of your heart.
Lyrics that make your knees weak.
A duet that makes your eyes well up.
You're back on that hill watching the city light up as the sun sets. There is laughter, someone pushes your hair to the side. You smile, you look away.
You think this is forever.
But nothing is forever. 

And then the song stops playing, but life goes on.