Sounds Like Love

by Ashley Poston

There were some songs you made special—songs for first dances, songs for funerals, songs for heartbreak and forgetting. And then there were the songs that made you.

Sometimes the Venn diagram between music girls and horse girls was a circle.

If you spend your entire life comparing everything to the best thing you ever made, then you aren’t gonna find joy in any of it. You’ll just be unhappy that they aren’t like the original thing, you know?”

“It’s easy. You know you’re in love when they are the first person you want to hear in the morning and the last person before you go to bed.

We were all made of up memories, anyway. Of ourselves, of other people. We were built on the songs sung to us and the songs we sang to ourselves, the songs we listened to with broken hearts and the ones we danced to at weddings.

“You should cry as much as you want. It’s not a bad thing. It never is. Grief is just a love song in reverse.”

“Is everything okay?” “No,” I replied truthfully, closing my eyes, “but it will be, someday.”