every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
It's not working. Outside the red church, the flowered trishaws going by reminded me of Valentine's Day a couple of years ago. I may be brave enough to come out here alone, but I am not strong enough to will these feelings away. I think I might be depressed.
posted by Mr Brightside at 4:12 PM
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