Fast forward, I’m standing still

Kim Lucas - All I Really Want is One More Day

Its December, but what year? 1999? I’m wearing a long sleeved red shirt, a black skirt and boots. He was supposed to come see me tonight, but the snow made it difficult to drive. He would stay at work, he had lots to do. "I’ll come keep you company," I said "I’ll get on the bus."
"You look very nice tonight," he says, sighing. "I can’t do this anymore. I just don’t have the time. You’re lovely, but .. I just don’t have the time." Am I crying? Probably. The door bell rings, a friend is stopping by to pick up something. The friend looks over at him. "Your girlfriend is very pretty," he says. I walk back through the snow and catch the last bus home.

East 17 - Stay Another Day

Any dance, any time of year. One year, when we were still kids. There were four songs to slow dance to. Stay Another Day. Kelly Family - I Can’t Help Myself, Toni Braxton - Unbreak My Heart and Bon Jovi - Always. It doesn’t matter which one I put in the title. School discos always feel the same. The endless waiting for some guy to dance with. No, thats not true. One of those guys to dance with. Three were acceptable. The rest .. I never noticed or tried to avoid, effectively eliminating every guy that would grow up to be good. Every now and then I won. Brown hair, gel’ed and parted. We wrapped our arms around each other and dragged our feet to the music, and the smell of Lynx would stay on my clothes until the next day. It was happiness, pure happiness. Until I saw them. All the others. Pointing, laughing. "She thinks she won. She will never win." I close my eyes again and inhale what I think is the most exquisite smell of all and decide to save the tears for when I get home.

Korn - Freak on a Leash and Limp Bizkit - Rollin’

Another crazy party. Half a liter of moonshine. Everyone is there. Spiky hair is the trend this month. Suddenly we’re all on the floor. Falling, crawling, laughing. Dancing? Kissing? Who remembers anymore. He looks just like a movie star, but he’s heard it too many times. Am I going to kiss him tonight? Then there is the guy with the tongue. The miracle tongue. we’ve all heard rumours. And him .. the green eyed one. Which one will I kiss tonight? We’re crawling, crawling, the boys are rolling, I have dyed my hair black, I have leather pants, and I am drunk and happy and this is all I know for a year. Every weekend we crawl and we roll and we fall in love. And then we turn 16.

Peter Andre - Mysterious Girl

I must be 11. His wash board was pure implants, but the tan was real. At least once a year we’d go to England, and I would bring back all the important magazines. SmashHits. Top of the Pops. Take That, Boyzone, Backstreet Boys .. and the half naked and half greek Andre with the feminine voice. My cred among the small circle of lovers-of-soon-to-be-officially-gay-men was high then. Respect. "Baby girl, I sense tonight is your lucky night .. The tropical scent of you takes me up above .. ." I wonder where the posters went ..

Metallica - Nothing Else Matters

"I love her so much, and now she’s leaving us .. " He pulls me aside, he looks desperate. And he does. My two best friends are dating the two most attentive boys. Infatuation like only sixteen year olds can experience it. I’m the go-to person when the walls start cracking. And the doll they toss between them when they get drunk - a game we sadly grew out of. I buy their girlfriends’ presents. I offer my fingers for measurement when they buy them rings. "You’ll find someone too .. I mean, you look like you’re 12, but you’re pretty. My friend says he really wants to sleep with you."
"Maria, she’s leaving me. Tell me what to do." So I tell him. 7 years down the road, I realize I might not have done that good a job.

Richard Marx - Now and Forever

Two months have passed since the day it snowed and I looked so pretty. I’m in a cold cold house on top of a mountain far far away from civilization. I’m in France. I don’t speak French. And I want to go home. I want real breakfast. I dont want cake and hot chocolate and endless flipping through the dictionary to get my point across. I want bread and cheese and milk and I want him and I know I can make him love me. I know, I know, I know. When I get home, he’ll love me.

And then there are the songs that just hit me and I feel every feeling I felt then, without remembering a thing. La Bouche - Where Do You Go?. LeAnn Rimes - Can’t Fight The Moonlight. Limahl - Never Ending Story. Linkin Park - In The End. Lou Bega - Mambo No.5. Marcy Playground - Sex and Candy. Sash! - Mysterious Times. September When - Bullet Me. Sixpence None The Richer. Even Sisqo’s Thong Song .. and Scatman.

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