There Goes the Fear by Doves
Are we really that shallow and superficial? Or is the result of forgetfulness and the passing of time? It could be the latter, because sometimes, catalysts like a movie song you watched with them or the smell of their cologne or even the way someone laughs brings back so much, like an avalanche of memories. With no prior warning, you are suddenly buried deep in their thoughts. And you curse whatever it is that lets to things not working out. And you also breathe a sigh of relief, for avalanches are scarce. Once every 500 days, being buried deep in shared memories is even sweet nostalgia if not just downright misery.
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