WARNING: THIS POST ISN'T FUNNY.
Ok. So, this post is all about girls, or, more to the point, that girl.
You know, the one you thought you'd die over when you broke up with her.
The one who you can't stop missing and thinking about, even though you fully know that things were so shit when you were together, and that's why you broke up with her.
The one who the very thought of her even still makes your stomach do crazy things.
The one who you compare every other girl you will ever meet to.
The one who raised the bar so high it's like playing limbo with the International Space Station.
The one who has gone away into a whole new life, in a whole new place, with whole new people, and you will probably never, ever see again.
The one who stopped emailing, because that new life is so kickass.
And so, all of a sudden all the words to every shit love song you have ever heard make sense, and you realise that's why there are so many.
There are a lot of broken hearts out there in the world tonight...
I recall the other time I had my heart handed back to me, in Sydney, 1998.
We had something, definitely an animal attraction, but not enough to sustain a relationship. But I couldn't let go, and she was ready to experience life on her own (read: get drunk and fuck a lot).
So I climbed on the bus to Brisbane, and all the way there, the driver had an A.M. station playing all the songs you don't want to hear when your heart is broken, for 1000 miles, crying quietly the whole damn way.
If I had an iPod back then, I could have listened to Meshuggah and just been angry about it.
Anyway, this post goes out to Lionel Ritchie, and all those other motherfuckers who write songs for that moment, and the moments directly preceding it.
Good work son.
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
1 comment:
awww, fuck knifey, i know that one far too well. replace girl with boy, and you had my life a few months ago.
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