Pop
Pop music is a genre of popular music that originated in its modern form in the United States and United Kingdom during the mid-1950s. The terms “popular music” and “pop music” are often used interchangeably, although the former describes all music that is popular and includes many diverse styles.
Sometimes love don’t feel like it should
Today, I faced my fears.. and gave her the card that was burning a hole in my pocket. She was perfectly sweet to me, just as I expected. My new computer watch was even noticed, I’d hate to tell her I have no idea how to use the thing. I hope it brightens her day and fills her heart with warmth. She looked a little sad, but I would never try to hold a whole conversation with someone at work. I kept it professional and then left.
This was the first song that I took note of on the radio this morning. I think that there was one on when I got in the car but it must not have been very impactful.
This morning before work, this image game me some hope, inspiration and all those important things. It really made me think about security and the deepest of feelings for someone. I never let society define me… or my love.
I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
I painted a birthday card for her, or more like I painted on one.. it couldn’t be more perfect, if you ask me. Which leads to the next perfect thing:
and then my phone played this next:
On that note, I have never seen the notebook but I have heard that it is an incredibly romantic movie. Some people say I am a bit romantic.. though, I always wonder what she actually thinks about it all. It’s all – a little – irregular….
Anywhere I would’ve followed you
When I hear this song on the radio, I get really sad.
The video is a lot more impressive than I expected. By the time that the song ends, I’m driving in the car, I’m passionate, in love, and then laugh at myself and think — yeah right, no one believes that… not even me.
But it’s a good song. I couldn’t walk away – even if I tried. That force.
Not to be symbolic or anything – but I bought her a bunch of awesome socks for her birthday – along with other things.. It’s in a few days and — well, maybe that’s what I am giving up on, because I sure just opened some batman socks and put them on to get me through my day..
However, not to be romantic or anything, but I still wish that someday, everything that is mine, is hers.. so now she just has to wait a little longer for batman socks. I’m such a jerk..
I wish I was a little bit taller…
That’s figurative, this is what I do in my emails when I get nervous. Luckily – It’s time for work.
Not really sure how to feel about it.
I couldn’t make this up if I tried…. I had to get a ride to work today when my car wouldn’t start – making it a 2nd Monday in a row to be late. The first song on the radio was eerie and the second wasn’t any better.. to make me not want to run to her crying..
I usually try to be a little tougher than this in public, but the radio did it – not me.
It’s going on 2 AM and I am supposed to be at work by 8:30 so I better find a way to meet her in my dreams.
Sometimes I don’t want to be tough anymore. I can’t wait for the day that she touches me softly….
If you knew what I’m left imagining
When I say that I am always completely honest, that is a lie…
I always keep her feelings in mind. It isn’t always the first thing I think about and sometimes I have to calm down and remind myself what’s really important before I stop acting so childish.
If I told her how I really felt….
I would be afraid that I was providing a bias opinion. I know that no one would would give a shit about that but her feelings and best interests are what seem to be most important to me.. Which is exactly why at this point I just want her to tell me that she’s fine but she’s too busy to talk to me. Why is that comforting? I have no clue but I get pretty scared of some irrational things.
Do I really believe all of the things I imagine? I sure as fuck hope not, but crazy shit does happen. I never thought I would end up in such a situation. Just thinking about it all is enough to make me want to cry right now. One can imagine what I was like when I actually did read that post.
Did I say that I read it over and over again? Just to make sure.. that’s what it said. It never changed, and stayed up for so long.
When I think about that – I wonder how she felt when she read my reply – it actually devastates me to think about it. Just recently I was thinking about this, in a, I know its not easy being her either, type way…
This is when I just wish that I could sleep.
So perhaps I should leave here
The song must have started just as I got into the car to go to work, because it played nearly the whole way to work. I had found another song that I had heard a million times. but I had never listened.. Maybe because if had never meant a thing to me. There were a few lines that really stood out to me.. and I was convinced, once again, about the radio conspiracy.
At the time, I didn’t think there was a better song to explain how I felt. Then I had to come home on lunch and listen to one of my classic favorites. I stumbled across this lovely live version of “As Is” by Ani and the slight alterations made me smile, so here it is. At least she admits that she’s an asshole. Who am I to judge?
