Miguel Martins :
In the 90s, at the height of my rebellious adolescence, I always carried a small backpack with my discman and several CDs. One night, I was by the river with my group of friends, who were listening to the music that rebellious youths loved at the time: Nirvana, Metallica, Guns N’ Roses. I liked those bands too, but that night I was feeling melancholic and wanted something different, something softer. I moved away from the group, sat on a rock, sorted through my CDs, and started listening to Roxette.
A little later, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was the new girl spending her summer vacation on my street, the one I had a secret crush on. She sat next to me and asked what I was listening to. I handed her one of the headphones, and we started listening together to It Must Have Been Love. We stayed there in silence, watching the river, letting the melody fill the moment.
We talked for hours. At the end, she told me that behind my rebellious appearance, she saw a sweet and charming boy, someone who deserved the world. Then she gave me a kiss that was both intense and gentle. We spent the rest of the summer together: kissing endlessly, laughing without care, dancing freely, and headbanging to Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson, Firestarter by The Prodigy, and Until It Sleeps by Metallica. But summer ended, she returned to her country, and I never saw her again.
Almost thirty years have passed, but whenever I hear It Must Have Been Love, I am transported back to that night, to that kiss, and to all the magic I still carry in my memory.
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