Sweetest Thing

We shared music. A long time ago, we shared music, he was the 'sweetest thing to me,' and it was 'whatever's whatever,' and all that mattered was that we 'smiled today.'

Red star sounds was a great cd. And until five minutes ago, I had forgotten all about it. It was a jazzy compilation of a lot of artists that I really love. And a long time ago we shared the music together. And when I just listened to the words to 'sweetest thing,' I smiled about a feeling I couldn't genuinely recall any other way but through music. Whatever was there then has long since gone, but we shared the music, and as we all know, all things can live on through the music. Which got me thinking...

Why can I look back in smile when I hear the music, but not when I see his face? How can you live and breathe songs with someone and then eventually get to the point where you rather not hear the songs again because you don't want to remember the smiles. The song isn't a bad song just because you don't live the lyrics anymore, but somehow the song has betrayed you and so you cast it away to live with the rest of the one hit wonders of your life.

But we, we had albums. We had lines of songs. We were lyrics. "see my mind's gone half crazy cause I can't leave you alone..."

But somewhere that turned in to, "Heard it all before..." and "I'll get out..." and "we can't be friends..." and I think I liked our first playlist better.

And though truly, I was 'DANGEROUSLY in love,' he was just the sweetest thing to me.

I really love this song. I wish it didn't hurt so much to listen to it. It makes me wish I could go back to that place where I truly felt it, sad when you realize you only get to be in love like that one time. It's such an amazingly intoxicating feeling.

"you're the morning, evening, sunrise after sleeping,"

Damn those were great lyrics. I've never been lost in a man like that before or since, but damn if it wasn't great when it was great.

"your the only one i want to be, sweetest thing that i've ever seen, sweetest thing to me," --we really killed what we had.

Now sometimes I think, it was truly all a dream. Either a dream or a lie, either way, it was something unreal. Percieved, imagined, created, but not real. It's not real for one person to be everybody's sweetest thing, but damn if it wasn't sweet when I thought he was mine.

So the thing is, I really like the Red Star Sounds cd, but I don't think I'll ever really be able to listen to it again. Not because I can't but there's some places, I suppose, no matter how great they were, you just don't ever quite want to go back to.