So that was breakup five hundred and fifty-three. It gets easier I must admit. It hurts no doubt, but I DON'T wish it never happened, time and again. After so many rounds in front of the firing squad, I've learned, I know. There's nothing I can do. It matters not how nice I try to be, how true my feelings are, how sure I am. You don't, you don't and you don't. It's all over, no matter what else my instincts tell me, how deluded I want to be, the fact is that things just turned out this way. For reasons that were beyond my control, that were not my fault at all, you don't... timing can be so cruel sometimes, the very song that I least wanted to hear played on my home radio today, and I didn't want to kick up a big fuss and turn it off, so I faintly heard 'promise me, you'll wait for me, cos I'll be saving all my love for you, and I'll be home, I'll be home soon...'
and life goes on...
I went off @
5:19 AM
Sunday, March 14, 2010