unrequited love. It remains sweet through the harsh test of time simply because it is never meant to be. It is one of those things that sounds like a dark emotion but is in fact in it's very nature terribly sweet like bitter chocolate. I know this sounds implausible and incorrect to say the least but that's just how it is and anyone who has been in love and not had the courage to say a few words about it will know what I'm talking about.
I was listening to a song by Suzanne Vega after the longest time and this song is entrenched in this very emotion. The sense of wonder about what could have been. There is a perfect song for each day in my book and today this is the one. Suzanne steals my heart so many times and I hope one day I will be able to say a few words to her before one of us is dead.
by Suzanne Vega
If I had met you on some journey
Where would we be now
If we had met some eastbound train
Through some black sleeping town
Would you have worn your silken robes
All made of royal blue?
Would I have dressed in smoke and fire
For you to see through?
If we had met in a darkened room
Where people do not stay
But shadows touch and pass right through
And never see the day
Would you have taken me upstairs
And turned the lamplight low?
Would I have shown my secret self
And disappeared like the snow?
Oh, I could have played your little girl
Or I could have played your wife
I could have played your mistress
Running danger down through you life
I could have played your lady fair
All dressed in lace like the foam from the sea
I could have been your woman of the road
As long as you did not come back home to me
But as it is, we live in the city
And everything stays in place
Instead we meet on the open sidewalk
And it's well I know your face
We talk and talk, we tell the truth
There are no shadows here
But when I look into your eyes
I wonder what might have been here
Because if I had met you on some journey
Where would we be now?