yesterday once more.

When they get to the part
Where he’s breakin’ her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

Lookin’ back on how it was
In years gone by
And the good times that I had
Makes today seem rather sad
So much has changed

It was songs of love that
I would sing to then
And I’d memorize each word
Those old melodies
Still sound so good to me
As they melt the years away

All my best memories
Come back clearly to me
Some can even make me cry
Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

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rainy days and mondays always get me down. but it was neither rainy nor monday today. made maudlin by the carpenters, i wrote my heart out while thinking of everything that has passed me by. i remember goodbye to love, my theme song while i was in college. i remember we've only just begun, sung to me on valentine's when i was 18. was i always so sentimental? someone dear once told me that there is so much more to life than Love. that i can fully agree with, but i can't seem to steel myself from it. and i don't just mean romantic love. any kind of love. i hate using this word so frequently and so loosely; it seems to somewhat lessen its value that way. but i've always triumphed love as the greatest entity in life.

its priceless. its happy, sad and bittersweet altogether. its fluff that always is a joy to watch in the movies. its a flower a day, a box of chocolates, a peck on the cheek. its heartache and uncontrolled tears. its serendipity. its a hug when you need it the most, even if its a virtual hug. its when our fingertips touch. its a surprise gift from a friend- because she knows you've always wanted it. its the glow on your face on valentine's, its a tune played by a loved one, a song sung even if its out of tune; its the flush on your cheeks after a workout together, its written in the wind even when you say nothing at all. its a yearning when lovers part, its a poem, a letter, a burning candle in the cold.

its everything i've lived for and lived by.

to borrow a quote from shakespeare in love that i once scribbled on the old blog- i shall have nothing in life but love.

all this, written as photographs of love flash in my head. but just before this, i wrote with complete lucidity in my journal that i shall never be given to love this way again. love is really, everything and anything we wish it to be. there's still so much of what i used to be in me, especially when i've always been a romantic that way.

but some things have to change. and it will. i'll give it time, it always does the trick.