Taylor Swift Inspires Short Stories – Part 1

Could it have been chance? Why did it last almost nothing? If the web of time had entangled other paths, I could be with you now. Perhaps in a café in Paris, in a tractor shop in Rome, or even on a street lined with Greek sculptures, reminiscent of the past - the part of the past that makes us who we are, scraps of what we were together.

Now, I want to gather these scraps, one by one, before the winds of time blow them away. Loose, scattered, they are nothing. Reunited, they will be a beautiful patchwork, whose colors will bring back real memories and others – memories of what could have been.

There are so many of these scraps, so many colors that it is difficult to accept that the time we spent together is so short. Who knows, while it lasted, we glided through space warp. Hand in hand, just like Star Trek heroes, sliding through warp drive to condense into a second all the emotions contained in thousands of light years.

Today I know that it was like that for me. Would it have been like that for you? I will never know. Without knowing, but with the hope that there was sharing, I begin to create my patchwork. Not only with bright colors. There is white, mixed with black. A napkin with a scribbled phrase. A vow of eternal love – I dream and never want to wake up. I will love you forever.

Forever is gone. It broke free from the bubble amalgamated by the warp drive and launched itself into hyperspace, in search of other worlds. Which world did you find? Where you are now, are you as happy or happier than ours now, not so far away?

It's horrible, this habit of mine of asking questions to the wind. Why ask if I won't get answers? But I move on and now I have in my hands a golden scrap, a little piece of the autumn night party. That night when we exchanged kisses and caresses on the host's balcony. Unforgettable.

Which patch do I want now? Perhaps the gray one. I must find it as the beginning and the end. Just a sliver of meteorite. As it falls, it is just a sliver of light flying through outer space, until it finds the cradle that solidifies the light. I return to the beginning. I abandon the gray pain. I look for another patch.

I don't want to remember the grayness spread across the earth-cradle. I want to immortalize the brief moment of light of the falling stardust. So, brief in the real that it is gone. So, brief in the journey that in this now of mine it almost doesn't allow me to wander in my memory and imitate how much of a real full of delights it could have been. It could have been step by step, month by month, year by year. It wasn't. You're gone. Me, the same.

Why intangible light, intangible dream. There is no guilt, no excuse. Everything is gathered in a wicker basket, flowing through the open spaces that are part of the web. Could it have been different? Yes, it could. But, if it were different, could it be perpetuated as a hymn filled with affection and the aromas of desire, sounded in B flat, A major, treble clef...?

Long? Short? Very happy? Very sad? It doesn't matter anymore. We have a story, and that's enough. For me, it's enough. For you, is it enough? I won't have an answer, just as I won't have any for the other questions that hold together the pieces of my patchwork.

What I really want to say is – I miss you so much.

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*"Story of Us" is part of Taylor Swift's third studio album, titled "Speak Now ". Comments from observers and her fans that "Story of Us", "Dear John", "Ours", "Superman", "I Knew You Were Trouble" and "Would've" address her brief romantic relationship with John Mayer, after Taylor collaborated on his song, titled "Half of My Heart".