Soliloqui

i keep all my memories together with you for safekeeping.
it’s okay if you don’t remember
as long as i do
it existed
once.

why does it still haunt me? the top 25 most played songs in my itunes still consists of all the songs in my emo post-breakup playlist. no songs have been able to beat them in two years. i can’t believe i played those songs on loop for so long. looking back it seems textbook, haagen-daz-indulging rom-com crazy. but then it seemed normal, almost imperative. they were such a comfort. to me, they were the most beautiful songs in the world, beautiful in how i felt i could identify with all of them and their sadness. i haven’t touched many of those songs since that time and yet they remain, the winners.

tomorrow is a new day. time to play some new songs.

second night in a row reading the time traveler’s wife well into the wee hours of the night. i love love stories like this, realistic and fantastical all at the same time. i only have 100 pages left to go, but my contacts are drying up, my head is feeling heavy, and tomorrow will be a fairly unproductive day if i wake up past noon again.
loveeeee. i love this book. whenever i get into a book, life seems to have more color in it. i don’t know why.