The lovely chauffeur called the number on the wedding voucher and had a long gesticulating phone conversation in rapid-fire Italian. He hung up, turned to us and said, ‘Documents, she no arrive.’
Romantic glances were exchanged, embarrassing dance moves produced, high notes aimed for but never hit.
And though not the worst/ part of our on-again off-again ways,/ the latest loss of you stings me anew
During our correspondence in 1988, the Church’s Starfish LP came out. We both fell in love with it immediately, especially the song, Under The Milky Way.
One song title stands out. One title has me impatient for the CD to get to Track 7.
Love stories? You’ll find them right here, in The Stereo Stories Anthology of Love Stories.
Eric’s music spilled out over the ridge, south into the valley, across the Jordan, embracing Biblical fields and crusade-era ruins, north along the road to Damascus.
While my angsty former beau was feigning suffering, Cobain had lived it and provided the soundtrack.
I never learn her name and I never speak to her. I don’t change my tutorial time so that I can be in a tute with her, the way I had done in my American History unit the previous semester with a boy who’d caught my eye in much the same way.
Tina told me one of her favourite songs was a ballad from the album, Fool For You Anyway; for a while, I listened to that song repeatedly and thought of her.