Two years ago today, the woman I loved moved out. I remember that I spoke to my friend Hazel, who had divorced someone two years earlier to that.
Hazel said that, after while, you stop thinking of them. In the beginning, you think of them every minute. Then every hour. And then you'll realize that you hadn't thought of them in months. Had a hard time believing her back then. Cause I had all these beautiful plans
for the two of us.
Turns out she's totally right.
The only reason I remember is because my calendar told me (which is admittedly weird in it's own right).
My brother sent me this song and I listened to it a million times during that time and then I just stopped. Dusted it off and listened to it today and memories of that period came rushing back.
Funny thing is that it wasn't bad at all. Kinda good in a strange way.
Life's odd like that, yeah?
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