It's another grey and rainy Sunday, which gives me plenty of time to be paint, and listen to NPR. There was a great report on a new book of short stories based on Smiths songs. They played a few classics for it, and I was immediately taken back to 1985. Yes, 1985 was right there, in my living room. My very first boyfriend gave me my very first mix tape with "Hand in Glove" on it. At the time, I concentrated on the lyrics "it's not like any other love, this one is different because it's ours" not "we'll probably never see each other again" (we didn't, he moved away). It isa bit painful - yet exhilirating and joyful - to think back on those heady, hormone-laced years of teenage dreams and angst.
Now off to ask Dr. Google whatever happened to that first love of mine.
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