This song–the words you so sweetly sang to me each night–got me through a lot. Admittedly I was miserable and I knew it. But there was something about lying there on that foam matress, curtains tightly closed, curled up in my white duvet, earbuds streaming a constant reminder that somewhere people loved me dearly. They might be on the other side of the world, but this song kept my confidence they would “please, remember me, happily.”
I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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18 February 2008 at 9:02 am
Your memories keep you. . .In Good Company.