I was once sad,
listening to Sparks by Coldplay,
when I suddenly noticed a comment.
It was a guy whose girlfriend
was studying to be a doctor.
She thought she wasn't good enough;
the other doctors were mean.
He comforted her, cuddled her
to this song.
A year later, she broke up with him.
He still attended her graduation—
not to be seen,
but to simply see her graduate.
He watched her from the crowd.
Driving home, the song played.
He didn't feel sad;
he felt at peace.
I cried reading it.
The song adds something to it—
a feeling I cannot describe.
A sense of nostalgia...
and sadness.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC
I was once sad,
listening to Sparks by Coldplay,
when I suddenly noticed a comment.
It was a guy whose girlfriend
was studying to be a doctor.
She thought she wasn't good enough;
the other doctors were mean.
He comforted her, cuddled her
to this song.
A year later, she broke up with him.
He still attended her graduation—
not to be seen,
but to simply see her graduate.
He watched her from the crowd.
Driving home, the song played.
He didn't feel sad;
he felt at peace.
I cried reading it.
The song adds something to it—
a feeling I cannot describe.
A sense of nostalgia...
and sadness.
