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This girl…..
and if you really like having feelings..
people at work laugh when I drive up jamming out to Adele. My response is, “You must not really know me.”
I’ve never wanted to be someone’s lady so much.. I’m not even sure what to even think about it all.
We were out to dinner, eating a very nice burger and fries, when this song distracted me from our conversation. I said something small and tried to act like my life wasn’t completely consumed by my feelings for her. People like when you can play it cool.. I smiled, I’m sure she knew… Now I keep replaying it in my head and thinking about her..
Today when I was driving to get my hair cut, this song came on the radio. The first verse cut deep. It was one of those situations where I heard these words from someone else.. to that other someone else. It kinda made me mad to be honest. I never say anything, because – I only want her to be happy..
But if she thinks that I didn’t notice the change in where she wears her rings, I have to say, that I pay more attention than that..
The last part of the song, after it slows down, always makes me of think of something else, related, coincidentally.. like when I say most mean things out of passion.. It’s a bit rough to find yourself in some situations. The last line – feels like a dagger.. if anyone likes to know about things like that.
I notice other things, but have more patience than most people.
As I couldn’t shake the first verse and then the last few words, I wondered where the song changes.. What’s up with the genders and why does it fit perfectly to me? It probably shouldn’t work out that way…
The Lyrics that I had to go back and read to prove to myself that I wasn’t hearing things.. Rumor Has It
As I drove to the hair salon, for the first time – these lyrics had be staring into space…
She, she ain’t real,
She ain’t gonna be able to love you like I will,
She is a stranger,
You and I have history,
Or don’t you remember?
Sure, she’s got it all,
But, baby, is that really what you want?
Bless your soul, you’ve got your head in the clouds,
You made a fool out of you,
And, boy, she’s bringing you down,
She made your heart melt,
But you’re cold to the core,
Now rumour has it she ain’t got your love anymore
I was a bit caught off guard on how person I took the words. Then as I pulled into my parking spot and started to turn off the car, it ended with:
It must have been the trans that I was in, but I was stuck with a… “Hey wait a minute….. type feeling.” I may never understand what that song just did, but it seemed to really get my attention.
I can’t imagine why I would post such a song on my lunch break, but I guess songs like that get to me every time.
Today, I heard this song on the radio… and it took me back to the day my sister and niece saw her at walmart when she was buying her bike. The look on my sister’s face when she was talking to me about it said… “Sis.. believe what you want, but your lady is bi.. and with a guy.” Why couldn’t she have been wrong.. just this once.
I often wonder if I am convincingly over her.. but I am sure she sees right through it. It’s one of those things when you are glad people can see right through you, but at least your trying.
There is so much that I could say about this, but I still decide it is best to stay as quite as possible. I know how I feel and its hard to ignore all the ideas that cross my mind. After an unexplained chain of events, each of our last names are on my mailbox. It’s something that will make me smile to myself each day that I check the mail, until I realize it is just a piece of paper in a mailbox. I’ve had the best, most confusing feelings. My desire to do right and my passion for her seem to conflict quite often.
which seems to be much more pleasant than the craigslist post that echoed in my head last December. One day things are going to change, I can feel it..
When I went on my lunch break from work, this was the song on the radio. You know that I blasted it in the parking lot.. shamelessly.
When I suddenly ended up with more free time than I knew what to do with, my friends tried to help. Maddie had heard me talk about records. I didn’t know much about them. It was only in the last year that I ever sat down and listened to a record. When she saw my interest peak, she gave me a small Jensen record player that she had extra. It had internal speakers and she thought it sounded like shit. I showed her the connections on the back and told her how to hook up real speakers to it but since she already had a better one, she said it was all mine.
I have collected some records from half priced books and bought a few from my friend that used to own the hemp store downtown. Torie gave me my most recent record. It’s called The Original 22 Countrypolitan hits. It’s about as emotional as the greatest hits of Eddie Arnold that I bought because I used to listen to it with my grandma in the car. I guess I had never had my heart broken at that time because I hear a lot more in these songs now.
I would be lying if I said each of those didn’t make me think of someone and cry just the slightest tear.