A song always reminds me of you. They play it everywhere I go and it reminds me of you. At first I felt unprejudiced longing for you. It was good. I felt like flying above cloud nine as that song played on. But it also reminded me of the unrequited. The unrequited feeling. The unrequited care. The unrequited love. The melody stabs and breaks what little hope I have with the idea that I love you and you don't. It was like how Tom felt listening to that song he and Summer used to sing (500 Days of Summer). I hate this song! I loved it and I hated it. Why does it hurt so bad? Why does it fucking hurt so bad?
I know you've heard the song. You're singing it. You sing the heartbreak of my soul, fair lady. You sing and I die with it.
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