![]() Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? It’s beautiful, meaningful, tragic and gut-wretching. ![]() They make mistakes and develop life-altering connections over and over again. Whatever way people fall in love, whether in the 1900s, the 1980s, nowadays or 50 years in the future, that experience remains universal. Well, I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways I long for the time when love happened anywhere and everywhere, not through online compatibility tests, hook-ups apps or last call. But sometimes, I imagine myself in some 1980s power suit riding an escalator when my hand touches someone riding the escalator the opposite way and it’s kismet (or like those old deodorant commercials). That’s life in the modern world, I guess. I mean, we’re never going to see a You’ve Got Mail or Notebook worthy first meeting story based on Plenty of Fish or drunken nights at karaoke bars. Those stories are so few and far between. Like most women I enviously covet those girlfriends with the sweet, “locked eyes across a crowded party” stories of how their met their partners. Well, me-I fall in love with you every single day I think I read to much Shakespeare, Dickens and Bronte sisters at a young age and I just can’t shake those grandiose themes of all-encompassing love and social inequality and the dearth of loneliness.Īnd I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways But I’ve learned it’s bad form to tell someone your windows ache for them like an empty house and then not return their phone calls for two weeks because you accidentally opened your mouth amidst a deep Pablo Neruda hole and really don’t want to go out anymore. ![]() Most of the time, I don’t even feel like that. My mind is always filled with grandiose declarations and over-the top sentiments that I know I need to hold back. Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars And fainting, oh I would love to faint in some Lord’s arms because he held my gaze for five seconds longer than was comfortable. I just can’t help but imagine a life filled with opulent and constricting clothes and a social calendar filled with formal engagements and chaste but sensual affairs that consisted of little more than hushed rendezvouses in the gardens and carriage rides. I’ve romanticized that time period since I first read Jane Eyre when I was 13, although I know I would have been a slave at that time. This song makes me think of Victorian times. He must have known this song was meant to be danced, because Nappy Tabs choreographed the video with a So You Think You Can Danceworthy number than cements his place as both a timeless lyricist and one of the top balladeers of the day. His words, cadences and that sweeping melody makes me long for a time when earnestness and gigantic overtones were admired not met with incredulous eye-rolls. Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud is perfectly swoon-worthy. There’s not much I love more than a good, slow-dance worthy ballad.
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