Let me share to you what my friend shared with me this afternoon during our chat in the facebook. I find it interesting so I told her that I am going to post it in my blog. And this is her story –
Just earlier, I stumbled up on a master series chambered telecaster machine in the storage room. It belonged to the husband who was overly enthusiastic about his music inclination. He was into rock classics. The music genre of his youth. The kids were always amused as when he would start belting out few lines from the old classics. Even his old music player were flooded with such oldies.
And, so is his car. At every travels we made, particularly those that would entail him to do long hours of driving, his music is blaring through the car. It makes him wide alert. It makes him more focused on the road. And, yes, I am always thankful, we always make it to our destination unscathed. Thanks to his music it makes me love him more. The stuff I found made me nostalgic. Did a tear fall?
This is what she shared. She is now 50 but she thinks she still feels so young when she talks that she is in love with the same guy for 20 years already. Oh sigh. I envy them.