“And I’m worried…I, I’m afraid that he took away my ability to believe. And I hate him for that. Because I always believed before. And now I just feel…lost. And I am, I’m trying to put myself out there, but… I feel hopeless.”
Maybe that’s just growing up. When you’re young, you tell yourself things like ‘Well, if it didn’t work out, it wasn’t meant to be’ as if that actually meant something just because it sounds like it does. I think you can say something like that so blithely because you expect to stumble onto something else just as wonderful just around the next bend in the road. But people are rare perfect unique things and just because everyone really does live a life full of farewells doesn’t mean you shouldn’t at least realize what it really means to say goodbye to something that meant everything. Just because you WILL survive and get over it doesn’t mean you should let it go.”
Your call - Secondhand serenade
“You know what I think we need? A song. Like a song that’s ‘our song’. Something romantic, but not mushy, something that will make us remember this..Okay. Perfect. So, from now on, no matter what you’re doing, where you are, you’ll stop and think of me when you hear this-“
