At one point, there was a conversation about songs written for occasions.
They were hanging around, gravity pulling them to a couch. No clock ticking.
Christmas songs.
Birthday songs.
Holiday songs.
Wedding songs.
Break up/death songs
Are they the same?
How are they different?
There is that gratitude song.
How does it go?
Thank you, thank you, thank you thank you
Oh, right. That one.
She kept singing it, enjoying the sense of gratitude. he wondered if she was thanking him, if she ever would. And why there is nothing that touches his heart, moves him to be kinder. If he ever would thank her-which he should. Maybe it was guilt that stood in front of him. She was the type who wouldn't hold back-except to the man who wouldn't allow any tenderness.
It was easier to sing than to try to recite the line with a straight face.
Their eyes met. Voices falling into harmony easily. Her hand brushed his fingers, her leg swung back and forth from her knee, like an upside down metronome.
Smiles. Eye contact. Maybe this moment is the way gratitude plays out.
They were hanging around, gravity pulling them to a couch. No clock ticking.
Christmas songs.
Birthday songs.
Holiday songs.
Wedding songs.
Break up/death songs
Are they the same?
How are they different?
There is that gratitude song.
How does it go?
Thank you, thank you, thank you thank you
Oh, right. That one.
She kept singing it, enjoying the sense of gratitude. he wondered if she was thanking him, if she ever would. And why there is nothing that touches his heart, moves him to be kinder. If he ever would thank her-which he should. Maybe it was guilt that stood in front of him. She was the type who wouldn't hold back-except to the man who wouldn't allow any tenderness.
It was easier to sing than to try to recite the line with a straight face.
Their eyes met. Voices falling into harmony easily. Her hand brushed his fingers, her leg swung back and forth from her knee, like an upside down metronome.
Smiles. Eye contact. Maybe this moment is the way gratitude plays out.
