~* Play it Again, Sam *~

Yesterday I unexpectedly heard the theme song of the movie Love Story. Huh, such shivers it sent down my spine. It was the song of the most Casablanca-esque moments of my life. Once, a very, very long time ago I fell in love with a foreign man. We lived continents, cultures, religions -worlds - apart for some years, missing each other every second of the way, building up world-class phone bills (this was an era before Skype, even before a functioning internet connection in faraway countries). He would sit in a place called the Atrium Café, writing 30-page letters to me, asking  the pianist to play the Love Story again and again. Finally, when we were together he took me to the Atrium Café to meet the pianist. It became Our Place. And every time we emerged from the (red) carpeted, antique, wood-paneled staircase, the pianist played the Love Story for us.

~*♥*~