#72

Certain memories attach themselves to certain songs. Or is it the other way around? My memory of a sad, lonely winter will always be relived whenever Silver Lining and Chasing Pavements play. The smell of my black and white linens will surface as soon as I hear Perfectly Lonely or The Only Exception. My lungs twitch (and ache for a puff, a tiny puff) when I see Franco in my playlist.

And my heart, oh my heart, I don't want to talk about my heart. How many songs it has attached its memories to, I've lost count. 

But this, maybe this: each time a song we used to share plays, you remember me as much as I remember you.