And if you don’t love me let me go
Hearing an old song after a good long while is a little.. disorienting, isn’t it? This little bit of nonsense song was everything he meant to me for so little long. And I’ve written pages upon pages trying to rid him from my bones.
I used to take this feeling and turn it into pain and burning and desire. Today it just makes me a little sad for the girl that I was.
Oh Pablo Neruda… Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I do not love him, but I loved him once. Love is short but forgetting is so long. Words that I have memorized because they’ve become so close to my heart.
Today Seth said, “I do not know what love is,” and I couldn’t help but respond, “I sure hope I don’t…”
Oddly enough, this isn’t even what’s on my mind tonight. It’s the furthest from important so I write about it.