The Power of Song

I remember the radio was playing the best song. A song that I loved, a song that brought back so many memories. As the chorus rang out, those memories began to overflow, in the form of tears rolling down my face. Tears for the friendship I had had, and then lost. It was the kind of friendship that feels like it will last forever, but somewhere along the way, something went wrong. As I reflected on how something so happy, so good, and right could go so wrong I began to remember the moments of that friendship in depth. When did it happen, how did it fall apart? Where among the laughter and joy?

Laughter, so many laughs. Suddenly, I wasn’t thinking about the friendship that was gone, but of the memories that will live forever. And as I focused on those happy memories, slowly, through the tears, I smiled. Smiled, because although the tangible, living friendship was gone, the memories survived, and in a small way, the dreams I’d had of that friendship lasting forever, did come true, through the memories.

Yes, the radio was playing the best song, the song, that after months of pain, finally broke through, and began the long process of healing.

Source: written for Creative Writing class, the assignment was to take a sentence/line to start off with, and write from there. Mine was; "I remember the radio was playing the best song."