Memories of bungalow stays, class outings, guitar sessions, foggy late nights and the soothing sounds of gentle waves lapping the shore. Maybe the reality was not that great, but the incessant latent hope and promise were there, like the beacon of moving rays from the lighthouse, literally standing there not far from a sand-swept camp or circle of mates. I cannot recall how and what we ate, but I can never forget the comaradarie, the jokes, the delight of breaking what are now insignificant rules and conventions and most especially, the lyrics of apparently silly songs like this:
We don't walk along the beach at night
And talk the way we used to talk
And look into each other's eyes
After counting all the stars above
And after all this time I know
Sometimes you've felt like letting go
'Cause even when we're all alone
One of us is somewhere else
Maybe I never took the time to say
All these feelings locked inside of me
But if you think that I don't care for you
The way I did before
It doesn't mean that I don't love you
When we don't say I love you anymore
We don't spend our nights by candlelight
Dancing to our favorite songs
And wake up in the morning sun
As I hold you softly in my arms
And after all this time I found
What makes it special in my mind
Is that you were always my best friend
And the dreams we shared are still alive
Maybe I never took the time to say
All these feelings locked inside of me
And if you think that I don't care for you
The way I did before
It doesn't mean that I don't love you
When we don't say I love you anymore
(Glen Medorios - "We Don't Say I Love You Anymore")
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Wednesday, 10 March 2010
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