RITA’S PLAYLIST

I came from the burial, in a somber mood, sat on the coach on my expansive parlour, in pensive and reflective mood I was in, when I spotted my iPod, sitting on the table in the living room.
I switch the iPod on, scrolled down to Rita’s playlist. The first song was in big contrast with my mood, it was upbeat, loud and danceable, and she always favoured, this kind of songs.
“You like commercial songs, songs with no meaning, songs just meant for you to dance” I said.
“Darling, you take life too serious, you prefer slow songs, songs with deep meaning”
She would pull me up, and we would dance to Dbanj, Faze, and lot of dancehall music, she was a jovial persona, always making me happy, we would go to parties and clubs together, I did all this with her and it was great fun.
We were poles apart, and like opposites we attracted, we were a perfect match, a mix of my introvert self with her extrovert self, everyday was an adventure, into a realm of discovery of each other, she could be the joker, full of funny tricks, she grow to be a necessary drug, like cocaine, and I couldn’t do with her.
Occasionally, I would give a dose of my quiet nature, we would stay in my bedroom and I would play jazz and some classic music, and she would lie in my arms and I would read her a story, from my repertoire of works, she would be glad and whisper in my ears, how much she loves me, We would stay like that with no care in the world.
This song broke me out of my reverie, it can’t be in her playlist, the song was I Miss you by Aaliyah. It was too slow, and was never there in her playlist.
“Could this be a message?” I wondered.
“Did she know she was going to leave me?”
The questions kept pouring in my mind; did she know she was going to die soon?