♬ Music can fix 🔨 a calendar

Once again music will save a life...

It has surely saved mine many times before when looking and feeling so dull in my teenage years, I surprised everyone belting out my favorite song on the school bus, like a mentos candy dropping in a 1 litre Coke bottle, I resuscitated from the most insignificant ashes and exploded in some wonder kid and no drugs were involved in the process...

Tomorrow is Valentine's day, a merciless reminder Singles' calendar features 364 days, as February has actually 27 days to celebrate...

Today is Saturday 13th, but my mood feels more like Friday 13th...

Let's put the radio on...:

"Have you considered your funeral costs? We offer many options this month, give us a call on 0800-700-....."

"Oh think twice, ♬...♪ just another day for you and me in Paradise"...not today Phil!....

Yes think twice...I recalled that terrible Valentine's Day I spent with one of my exs, Brian. I think he'd always been gay, just didn't want to surrender his traditional family would have never accepted that reality and surely crucified him in St. Peter's Church Square...

Poor man, hope he's found some freedom by now... His eyebrows were so perfectly shaped, not like my neanderthal ones...His shirts were always perfectly pressed, his muscles always perfectly tanned. How could he find any interest in someone like me and my lack of any esthetic efforts? I made him laugh though, I guess that was appreciated.

"I'm still standing, better than I ever did 🦄💨...♫♬" that's right Elton!

At the end of the day, I'm a successful woman in this fucked up society, where you just need to park a polished SUV in your yard, go on holiday at least twice a year, wear a designer's garment in the cream color spectrum, at weekends and visit a dental hygienist who makes your teeth a bit too white, to actually convince anyone they are natural...

All ticked off in my list.

It started raining...and the radio synchronized immediately " 🎶 Purple rain, purple rain...🌉" My Prince has come, my Petite Prince and me, his beloved Rose 🌹..."

I feel lighter, my head finally empties, here on my bed I start imagining...

"Driiinnnn!!!" the doorbell rings, I come back to reality...

"Who's it?" I pretend not to sound annoyed.

"Sorry to disturb you, my name is Paul...a delivery for you, mam..."

That door had never been opened that slowly, I sensed something would have made me even more depressed or hopefully cheered me up...

Blonde long curly hair and a natural smile, beautiful honest smile... which turns into a timid "how are you doing?".

I feel like I know him, I feel like hugging him and never letting him go...for eternity... changing my name into Misery...

"Take this broken wings♬♩♪ and learn to fly again🕊, learn to live so free🌤..."

We are stuck, silence, a long embarrassing silence, but we're loving being under that spell...I'm only wearing a long t-shirt, nothing underneath and he obviously has noticed that...

I fill my lungs up, showing my attractive traits I guess...he's focusing on my chest "Nice shirt!"

We explode into crazy loud laughter, we cannot stop, we don't intend to ...

"Let's come together, right now oh yeah, in sweet harmony...♬👄"...thank you radio, spot on!

I don't sincerely know what happened that day, the cynical side of me got slapped by faith, a few times in a few seconds... I just can say, Paul and I spent hours and hours "talking"; when we opened our eyes again it was the 15th of February... we became one thing, from that day on...

I had to surrender to love, we didn't need to explain anything...

"Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones and I will try to fix you🔨♬♫..." Paul has surely fixed me and I fixed him...

Our calendar got amended as well, back to 365 days but we celebrate our Valentine's day on the 13th of February💜

Playlist :

"Another day in Paradise" - Phil Collins

"I'm still standing" - Elton John

"Purple rain" - Prince

"Broken wings" - Mr Mister

"Sweet harmony" - The Beloved