It begins with a song. It always begins with a song. He takes her hand, maybe it's the first time their hands touch. And they start to dance. The music gets lost, the people disappear, the ground is inexistent as they dance on a tune they feel through the tips of their intertwined fingers.
"The way children love...how strange", she says out loud. It's been years and she considers herself above the long lost love cliché. She can imagine her colleague from the cubicle next to hers laughing cause she's thinking out loud again. The cruellest thing about time is cynicism and maybe that's why life decides to teach her a lesson, although she should have been prepared. Why today, of all days, does she decide to find that song she forgot ? Bits and pieces of lyrics, a few notes, "I'll recognize it when I hear it. Will I? Sure I will...I think". Her thoughts are interrupted by a huge pile of documents thrown on her desk.
The trip to the research department is long and challenging. She must pass the hallways without someone making her drop the papers, she must find a good corner in the elevator as to not get groped, she must push the light switch with her head and hold the door with her right foot before it hits her on the back. I ask you, who would have thought that in that grey looking, toner smelling room someone was visiting his friend?
Through the sound of flying papers and documents reaching the linoleum, with the visual of moving white sheets slowly revealing his face she can hear that song."I do remember it."
If you are wodering what the song is I am sure you know it, your song.
"The way children love...how strange", she says out loud. It's been years and she considers herself above the long lost love cliché. She can imagine her colleague from the cubicle next to hers laughing cause she's thinking out loud again. The cruellest thing about time is cynicism and maybe that's why life decides to teach her a lesson, although she should have been prepared. Why today, of all days, does she decide to find that song she forgot ? Bits and pieces of lyrics, a few notes, "I'll recognize it when I hear it. Will I? Sure I will...I think". Her thoughts are interrupted by a huge pile of documents thrown on her desk.
The trip to the research department is long and challenging. She must pass the hallways without someone making her drop the papers, she must find a good corner in the elevator as to not get groped, she must push the light switch with her head and hold the door with her right foot before it hits her on the back. I ask you, who would have thought that in that grey looking, toner smelling room someone was visiting his friend?
Through the sound of flying papers and documents reaching the linoleum, with the visual of moving white sheets slowly revealing his face she can hear that song."I do remember it."
If you are wodering what the song is I am sure you know it, your song.
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