how to save a life by the fray, wonderwall by oasis, creep by radiohead, viva la vida by coldplay, lazarus by porcupine tree, numb by linkin park and bittersweet symphony by the verve. None of them are the same genre but somehow. They are united by a mood. A movement. A phase of memory. You had to be there (middle school)
How about - “I was just thinking about you” - it’s technically from the 100 ways to say I love you prompt list, but I feel like this one could really go so many ways so feel free to go whatever direction it takes you. I am always thankful for the wonderful words you share with us :)
Business trips, she decides, are never worth the hassle.
She barely suppresses her groan as one of the old men begins yet another soliloquy on the grand olden days, covertly pulling her phone out of her pocket to pass the next fifteen or so minutes more productively by scrolling her emails, when she notices she has an unread text message.
I was just thinking about you.
Lena doesn’t hide her smile quickly enough, and it draws attention away from the old man momentarily. “Find something amusing, Ms. Luthor?” She shakes her head no, waving a hand for the meeting to continue, and turns her attention back to her phone. Bubbles appear, signaling Kara is writing more.
Lena watches with bated breath, always wanting to hear from Kara, always wanting to know what she has to say. And selfishly, wanting to hear what Kara has to say about her. (She looks forward to it, the soft compliments, the flirting, the admissions of love. All of Kara’s words are important—passionate and breathtaking—but when she talks about Lena, well, Lena starts to believe there’s something in her to love after all.)
Finally, the bubbles stop and a new message appears: I’ve decided that our hands fitting perfectly together means we were meant to be. What are your thoughts?
Lena stops pretending to listen in on the meeting, texting Kara back instead: I couldn’t agree more.
