Thursday, May 9, 2013

The Two



I can see it even when she thinks it's hidden. The pain. I see it. The pain is as dark as the sun is bright. Maybe that's a little dramatic, but it's how we all feel. There's just something missing. Something not right about this whole thing. And obviously by doing something wrong, things become not right, but that doesn't mean they're the way things ought to be. Maybe she just felt so distant that things weren't focused. Maybe the love was a little blurry, a little foggy, through the many miles and endless rain. But it went from rain to thunder to hail. And the hail beats down mercilessly. All we want is the rain. To wash away things. To clean it up. To signify that time has passed and that the past is past.
You may think I am referring to something a little more drastic than a break-up, like, perhaps, a crime or an illness or a death. However, breaking hearts is a crime, being lovesick is an illness, and losing love is a death. She'll be alright. I love her so much. And if everyone else loves her as much as I do, we'll be able to fill in the gaps. "She will be loved." She is loved.
Woah. That was a little depressing. I mean, that's not to say this whole thing is just dandy, but it's not the end of the world, even if it feels like it to two people. I still think these two people should be together. I know she made mistakes. Both of them did. But the biggest one they'd make would be to stop loving each other. And if my suspicions are correct, they are never going to stop loving each other. They'll just love each other without hugs and kisses.
Oh, Jesus. I'm balling my eyes out. Damn it. they need to get back together. It's hard on us so I can't imagine how hard it is for the two. I loved them when they were "the two". That was when they were "the two that became one." Self, stop crying.
And now these country songs about lost love are playing. They say if you listen to country music, everything you've ever lost will come back to you. I wish they listened to country.