I remember our date, that one perfect day.
You loved me and for a day, I loved you too.
Then when night came, that feeling faded into something else while yours remained the same.
I'm sorry I took you for granted.
We still loved each other, just in different ways.
And we had a song, that song that sounds like a music box in its first few seconds before its soft, electro notes faded in.
Whenever that song comes on, I think about you, the way that I sometimes do.
Like running your fingernails over an old scar, thinking about the
What If's.
But then you were robbed from me. I met someone new
and he loved that song too.
He would play it in his car and he would sing along and every time, I wanted to yell stop, turn the volume down, delete that song from his library because that song belonged to us.
But I love him and after a while, I started to sing along with him.
I'm sorry, it feels like I betrayed our memory. Because now when I hear this song, I think of his off-key singing before I think of how it felt sitting in your car on the day we loved each other that same way.
I should have protected us. I owed you that much. That song was the least I could do.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 7:00 AM UTC
I remember our date, that one perfect day.
You loved me and for a day, I loved you too.
Then when night came, that feeling faded into something else while yours remained the same.
I'm sorry I took you for granted.
We still loved each other, just in different ways.
And we had a song, that song that sounds like a music box in its first few seconds before its soft, electro notes faded in.
Whenever that song comes on, I think about you, the way that I sometimes do.
Like running your fingernails over an old scar, thinking about the
What If's.
But then you were robbed from me. I met someone new
and he loved that song too.
He would play it in his car and he would sing along and every time, I wanted to yell stop, turn the volume down, delete that song from his library because that song belonged to us.
But I love him and after a while, I started to sing along with him.
I'm sorry, it feels like I betrayed our memory. Because now when I hear this song, I think of his off-key singing before I think of how it felt sitting in your car on the day we loved each other that same way.
I should have protected us. I owed you that much. That song was the least I could do.
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