Today, the weather seems to understand exactly how I feel. I’m going through a rough breakup, trying to move on but struggling with it. The sky turns gray, and soon it starts to rain. It feels like the world is sharing my sadness. I decide to play some music, and I choose our favorite songs by ABBA. It just feels right.
As the familiar tunes of "Dancing Queen" start playing, memories flood my mind. I remember how we used to dance to this song. She is always such a great dancer, graceful and confident, while I am clumsy and awkward. But she doesn’t care. We would laugh and enjoy the moment, just the two of us, lost in the music.
Sitting by the window, listening to the rain and the music, I feel a mix of emotions. Each song brings back different memories. "Mamma Mia" reminds me of our playful times, and Chiquitita well I can’t simply say the name I have to say it like “Chiquitita ti Tai to” I don’t why. I just have to.all of the brings back the bittersweet moments. I can see her smiling, hear her laughing, and feel the warmth of her hand in mine.
One memory stands out. We are cooking dinner and we are buzzed. Without saying a word, she grabs my hand, and we start dancing in the kitchen. It is spontaneous and imperfect, but it is beautiful. We are happy, just enjoying being together.
Now, sitting here alone, those memories are both comforting and painful. I miss her and the times we had. The rain outside has slowed down, but inside, my feelings are still stormy. Every morning at 11:11, I used to text her. It was our little tradition, a moment of connection. Now, when the clock strikes 11:11, I just feel a void. It’s a small reminder of what I’ve lost.
Listening to ABBA today makes me realize that healing isn’t straightforward. It’s like dancing—sometimes you stumble, sometimes you find your rhythm. Right now, I’m dancing alone, but I carry our memories with me. They remind me of the love we shared and help me grow stronger, even as I move forward.
