I’m Not Moving

By: Gabriela Yareliz

I had this song’s melody stuck in my head. I only remembered a part of the lyrics, something about “missing me”. I found out a ton of songs have that lyric as I searched high and low. I hummed it to every app and device imaginable. I searched the Top 40 lists from my college days. Nothing. I remember blasting this song in my car while commuting. I closed my eyes and could see the country roads and every turn. The fog rising above the long grass under the morning moon.

Then, I clicked through some YouTube playlists. I went through Maroon 5 and Train… Also, some Coldplay. I knew it sounded band-ish. Then, I found it. My heart skipped a beat. I blasted it. It felt good. A crazy rush of nostalgia.

Now, listening to the lyrics, I know why I loved this song. The Script, thank you.

It’s that crazy, stupid, can’t sleep, can’t breathe kind of love.

Published by Gabriela Yareliz

Gabriela is a writer, editor and attorney. She loves the art of storytelling, and she is based in NYC.

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