With Love

Some times a feeling creeps up on me and I don’t notice until it has coiled itself around my very spine — until its tendrils are buried deep in my bone marrow, sending shivers through my entire body.

At times it comes because of something I read, or something I wrote down, or because of a song. The reasons vary, but it’s always the same: an otherwordly emotion that brings with it a precious moment carved out Time’s personal archive — it is deep and pensive, and the world goes away for a little while. It’s just me and my head, a moment where thoughts and words flow without inhibitions, they are born from a different place within than the other ones… I love those moments.

Music fuels the mood and emotions when I’m already in it, and it’s my own personal way of prolonging what I’m feeling, and some times it works as a cure for emotions I don’t know what to do with — things I don’t know how to process usually finds a resolution within melodies and lyrics, and they come to a mutual understanding some place within me.

The sensation that follows this particular feeling of enchantment is one of the best things I know, it’s one of the reasons I love writing so much as well because it fills me up in ways other things seldom do.

I spent today without internet — no social media, no phone calls, no text messages — and with my best friend. Take-away coffee, conversations and laughter, a walk in the cold across the thin layer of frost and snow around the cathedral, two and a half hours at the cinema followed by an hour and a half of conversation across a coffee inside as she waited with me for my bus. I treasure days like today, because I’m filled up on pure joy and happiness, and it reminds me of the lyrics from Taylor Swift’s song ‘Best Day’ that goes like this: “And I didn’t know if you knew, so I’m taking this chance to say that I had the best day, with you, today.

An entire day of nothing but good emotions because of the presence she brings and the love I harbor for her being. It was followed by that sensation I mentioned — as I sat on the bus ride home I took my notebook out of my bag and jotted away as the bus stops whizzed by while music played in my ears, and I just let it fuel the wonderful emotions already churning inside of me. It’s like a little piece of wonderful magic that comes out to play, and I always welcome its visits with open arms.

With love,

– Martie xx

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