I’m not angry at you.. I’m just angry that we’ve fucked this shit up. How can you explain the immense love that you have for someone when the hatred now runs as deep? No matter how hard we try, I’m no longer yours, just as you’re not mine. We’ve grown a distance between us as wide-reaching as that which we loathed when we loved, thousands of miles apart. Goodbye my sweet old friend, may these words give me the strength to let you go.
You gave me pride, you taught me reason. You saw me through the eyes of a dumbstruck, smitten on-looker, teetering on the edge of danger and the unknown; flirting with the possibility of a long, volatile future. My carelessness and shallow acceptance of your unconditional desire saw me hurt you in ways I’m now being hurt myself. I cruelly rejected you, the man I loved most. The man I never really loved at all. I abused you. I violated you. And what remains is a few uncertain, lonely tears and memories that I’m ashamed to own. We lived unstably in an exhilarating bubble. We lived with an eminent, lingering deadline, the reason behind our intense and oppressive treatment of one another. I’ve learnt to love again, but I’ve missed a few lessons. We fucked up, and some wounds never heal. Forgive me.
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the penultimate tune for nostalgia. brings tears to my eyes. ”breathe out, so i can breathe you in, hold you in.” takes me to a time i barely remember. i don’t remember. but dave grohl’s genuine, wounded emotion takes me there.
—Home Songs - Once Were in Bloom
I’m not ready for this, you see.