In My Place by Coldplay (2002)
Listening to my Time Capsule on Spotify literally brought me back to my younger days.
With Spotify serenading love songs, it reminded of my own lost love. Those days were definitely so much simpler compared to being in adulthood. All I had to worry about was to get up and get to school on time. And wondering if the day would be spent at home or at school.
I remember sitting in classrooms watching lovebirds exchanging love notes to each other. Some even kept their notes posted in their desk drawers while their other half wasn't around. And I always wondered what was written in those notes.
One day, I started to receive notes too.
Trying to remember how that person looked like from many moons ago was not hard. He still appeared on my FB feed now and then. Looking at those notes we exchanged back then, I wondered if he ever remembered those words he wrote so affectionately to me.
It was more of curiosity; not longing. We were both lost and young. We couldn't fit in. But we had each other. We decided to exchange notes too, just to fit in. Those written words were pure and sweet. It was filled with promises of tomorrows and futures. But little did we know, those tomorrows and futures never came.
Reflecting on those days were like listening to these love songs. When the song started, it triggered memories. First, it was sweet and then it turned bittersweet. At the crescendo, you wondered if it was ever meant to be. At the end, we knew in the end, whatever decision we made back then was definitely for the better.
I've let go of those memories. I've forgiven the hurt and pain that came with it. Memories like this never go away. They remained just like a wonderfully painful novel you read. They give you goosebumps when you remember them. They're still very much a part of me.
With Spotify serenading love songs, it reminded of my own lost love. Those days were definitely so much simpler compared to being in adulthood. All I had to worry about was to get up and get to school on time. And wondering if the day would be spent at home or at school.
I remember sitting in classrooms watching lovebirds exchanging love notes to each other. Some even kept their notes posted in their desk drawers while their other half wasn't around. And I always wondered what was written in those notes.
One day, I started to receive notes too.
Trying to remember how that person looked like from many moons ago was not hard. He still appeared on my FB feed now and then. Looking at those notes we exchanged back then, I wondered if he ever remembered those words he wrote so affectionately to me.
It was more of curiosity; not longing. We were both lost and young. We couldn't fit in. But we had each other. We decided to exchange notes too, just to fit in. Those written words were pure and sweet. It was filled with promises of tomorrows and futures. But little did we know, those tomorrows and futures never came.
Reflecting on those days were like listening to these love songs. When the song started, it triggered memories. First, it was sweet and then it turned bittersweet. At the crescendo, you wondered if it was ever meant to be. At the end, we knew in the end, whatever decision we made back then was definitely for the better.
I've let go of those memories. I've forgiven the hurt and pain that came with it. Memories like this never go away. They remained just like a wonderfully painful novel you read. They give you goosebumps when you remember them. They're still very much a part of me.
But were they yours too?
I guess I'll never want to know.
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