In your dress of blue

Some songs break my heart a little bit with every listen, not because of the song itself, but the memory evoked. A dark movie theater, whispered thoughts and non-thoughts exchanged, and afterwards, in a dark room, our bodies bending and swaying together. We had seen each other reflected in the actors’ eyes on that movie screen, we had seen our own desperation in the twists and turns of the plot. We held on tight late into where the night meets the day, the scent of sandlewood incense permeating the air around us, my blue dress crumpled up on the floor.

We were so young, yet felt old and desperate for change, for movement, for what we thought life was about to start. I think we believed it would last until the end of the world, the two of us. In reality, though, we hardly made it through those first six months. You were cold and critical, I was emotionally damaged and restless, and together, well we never truly meant it when we said I love you.

Strangely enough, it still hurts to remember, even all these years later.

(I’ll Love You) ‘Til the End of the World :: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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