SOTD Friday

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So, ¬†here’s the thing.

Mine had me waking up this morning with this song in my head.

The last text of the day.

Everyone needs one.

I keep dancing.

Nothing changes.

I throw the punches and we laugh together at my dis-coordinated ways.

You keep dancing.

Nothing changes.

You smile and still, still the world lights up.

I need this weekend. So much. I need this weekend to shut my computer, my brain, my heart, down.

Just for a bit. Just to recoup. Just to muse. Just to remember who I am. To sleep.

The first day I heard this song I was fifteen, and probably not as fabulous as I thought I was.

That said, at least I was trying.

The first day I heard this song, I was on a field, under the sunshine, dancing to this great band (then Henry Ate) that would probably be on my walkman for  a long time.

They were. They still are. Except now it’s on my iPod as I walk down the street.

To imagine a day without you means to lose one day of my own life. That never changes. It just can’t and won’t.

Trust me on that one. Like you trust me with toasties.

In exactly the same way, that I’m really still that girl in the sunshine, attempting fabulousness.

I feel you were there all along. Strange as it seems.

I always knew somewhere, you were.

I knew you were going to be here long before you even knew which stickers you wanted on your car.

I knew it at fifteen, just like I know it today.

I always know you are.

That’s never going to change.

Trust me on that one. Like you trust me with toasties.