Music takes us to so many places. I hear a song, and instantly I am back in Stacie's Nissan Pulsar driving with the wind in our hair. It can take us back to wonderful places in time, and painful one's too. Today I put on a CD of classical music, and I was taken back immediately to the most surprising place:
Standing in a kitchen looking out the window at the sun warming the morning dew. Wearing a men's white t-shirt and pouring two cups of coffee. Did I even drink coffee at that time in my life? Arms reaching around me from behind and spinning me around in place. His warm face against mine, his heart beating against mine, feeling weak in the knee's and breathless by his touch. Suddenly we are dancing in the kitchen and the music starts as if on cue. I giggled and allowed myself to be taken by his lead. He would kiss me and it was intoxicating. 17 years old and in the arms of my first love. The passion between us would cause me to be chasing that high for years and years. It was the first time in my life I can remember feeling beautiful and wanted. We danced, and that music will forever take me back. Young love...a love that I thought would be the love of my life. My first love..a man that allowed me to be pretty, sexy, and smart. Things that had been so foreign to me. A love that was ten years too soon in my life, yet perfectly timed.