winter

Memory loss is a convenient thing sometimes. It’s easier to feign loss of a memory than to have some conversations. Some things are left better unsaid.

Being asked who picked our first dance song and eluding to it being a song from the past was one of those conversations. I didn’t anticipate someone still entertaining, or at least reminiscing, feelings from decades ago. I certainly have moved on. It wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have, so I pretended I lost those old memories too.

But, I didn’t. Songs, music–I didn’t lose. Not completely. I have hundreds of playlists, and memories attached. I have the playlist we made from when we were young. that song was never on there.

There never was such great heights.