The Music That Shaped You

Love is that album you saved up for in high school. It's the music you just had to have. When you finally had it in your hands, you were over the moon. You lay, eyes shut, heart and body churning, letting the sweet strains wash over you and not understanding why the whole world didn't agree that this was the best album of all time, and always would be.

You still have that old album, tucked away somewhere. The passage of decades has dulled its power. You still listen occasionally, but you no longer believe it was the best. You mostly remember how it made you feel, back in those heady days of breathless youth. It still has the power to move you occasionally, and it's something you'll continue to cherish. But you also mourn, knowing it will never be as overwhelmingly powerful as it was when you first possessed it.