Hey. I know it’s been a while. And yes, I have been avoiding you. Why? I don’t know, I mean. Why else? I can’t actually communicate with you. Also, ever since I won the most recent depression battle I didn’t want to slide back. Everything is better when the beast is tamed. It’s like I can think sad thoughts but they don’t engulf my entire being. Leaving me empty and hollow. Not to mention the physical manifestations cuz Jesus Christ I can’t cope with that. But here I am. again. People bring you up semi-regularly. Not too much that it drives me insane but enough to make sure I NEVER forget. LULZ! As if that’ll ever happen. Right? Like everything I do everyday doesn’t constantly remind me of you. Am I right?! Few people are still convinced we’ll cross paths again. If I was unsure before I’m pretty god damn sure now that we won’t. But I’ve been wrong before and for some reason hope to be wrong again. What else can you hope for when I went to sleep thinkin bout you. Had dreams about you. Then woke up at 230 with you still running laps in my head. You gotta be tired after all that running, don’t you? I know I am. I’m so fucked in the head. But you know this. I don’t think I’ll ever be right. Though, I can and will always be better. This isn’t some fuckin progress report. Or begging. Just letting the universe know the most painfully obvious thing in the history of time. I fucking miss you. And more so lately. I think my heart is back repaired again. Stitched together. It’s yours to break again. If you want. Although that’s never been your intention. Your intentions were always for us to make each other whole. Fill the holes in each other’s pieced together hearts. And we did just that. If only for moments at a time. Maybe we’ll do it again. Maybe we won’t. But right now I miss you. In a way that doesn’t hurt. I think I mastered that want over need thing. Better late than never right? Heh heh (c) rocko. But hey you know where to find me. For now. And I’ll be here. For now. I promised you forever. And that part of me will never go away. It’s yours. Whether you want it or not. Until we meet again, Love. *blows kiss*
So I hear a Spanish song, right? I’m not paying much attention to it. But then I HEAR it. It’s like OOPSPOWSURPRISE! It sounds great. The music, the singing. It grabbed me. So I have to find it. Thru the power of Google and shazam I find it. And do you fucking know who the song is by… FUCKING AVENTURA!! Like wow. You’re thinking like “Duh dumbass, they’re only one of the most popular fucking Spanish bands around”. But no, see. Of course I’d fucking like an Aventura song out the blue cuz it’s one of HER favorites. At some point she might have suggested I listen to some of their shit. I can never get away from YOU. truth is I don’t want to. Little things like this keep you in my heart. For better and worse, but I’m ok with that. Cuz when I looked down at my phone and saw who and what I was listening to? KOOL AID!!!!!! Hardcore koolaid cheesin. Smile like I’s a dumb fool. A smile for you.
I wanted to let yesterday breathe. It was the 5th anniversary of that first fateful night. I wanted it to be a very special day. Instead it was… Nothing. *sigh*
Maybe I’ll have something better about this later. Maybe I won’t. =\
Karen: Hank, I love you, but I can’t be with you. When will you accept that?
Wondering why this wasn’t on my phone but it’s cuz it was on my stolen laptop not the homegirl’s from which I restored my phone. =\ Japanese bonus track I believe.
Relevant cuz feels
Remember me? I’m the one that’s back from over
Time’s gone by and I’m still so far from over
You reappeared like you had never been gone
I lose composure
You’re touching me like you have no desire for closure
Did you lie awake like I did
I stayed up ’til the stars didn’t recognize me
I waited so long
Now you don’t see the skies that I do
My sun becomes your moon
For a familiar love
I am familiar love
That sample search was also a (painful) reminder I got Her (yeah, HER) an I’m Still in Love With You vinyl a couple years ago. And it was not JUST for the sake of Simply Beautiful being on there. It was more the narrative and message of the album as a whole. I’d give the same gift this time around. Original pressing though.
Ps. That gift also included an OG pressing of Miles Davis My Funny Valentine. Sometimes I was really good. Sometimes.
I wrote this bout 2/3 weeks ago at around 2/3am. Sitting awake. Thinking about the same old things. Love. You. I thought I’d complete it when the events actually took place (or didn’t take place. SPOILER: they didn’t). But I came to the conclusion that it is. And if I add to it later? Then I do. But for now. It’s finished….
I told everyone that my anniversary was the measurement on which to gauge our future. Or lack thereof. And as I sit here longing for you to reach out I can see the empty pages in our book begin to disintegrate. Our story has truly ended. Unfinished and unfulfilled. Nothing left to write. Revising and editing isn’t possible. Just reading and reliving the memories. Good and bad. The Love will always remain. What we were. What we are. What we could have been. Our future fading away on empty pages.
I deleted your contact. It’s the only way I’d be sure not to contact you. Cuz I surely want to call you. Text you. (I’ve staved off emailing. I’ve close come though). About everything. About nothing. Heard some music you NEED to hear. But now it’s all mine. I can’t even share. Should I even share it? Is it ok? Is it right? Does any of this shit even matter? I found some gifs you absolutely need. Some hilarious pictures. PUNS!! Many feels to express. I went thru it waaaaay rougher than I was willing to admit to anyone. Myself included. Now I’m back on track. But once again I don’t feel on track. Not without you. It’s back to doing everything I’m supposed to be doing and what I was supposed to be for myself and for you, now that you’re gone. It doesn’t matter. Except that it does. Always has. Always will. Everything matters. It’s always about me. Even when it’s about you. It’s about me. Cuz doing for me was doing for you. I’m without a doubt the dumbest smartest person ever. This might be a lesson that fucks me up til I drop. In the meantime I’ll be a ghost. Until one day I find your contact and hit that button. I’m willing to bet I get nothing. But it can happen, right? Love is patient, Love is kind, only when you’re not hitting it recklessly with a sledgehammer without regard for the damage you’re doing. Otherwise Love is a bitch like life. And you have to pick up what pieces remain and make do. Maybe we can make ourselves whole and reconnect to fill the void we left. Or maybe we just damaged it too much to repair. I don’t care. I’ll be back for you. Even in rejection I’ll be whole, as I’ll have finally earned the crown you placed upon my head long ago.
Atticus: The woman that you love is out there and you know you can’t have her. How do you even get up in the morning?
Hank: Well the booze is always helpful and so is the art. Everything that I write is either for her or about her. So I’m with her, even when I’m not.
And that’s really all that will be left. I wouldn’t be surprised if we never spoke again. That’s life. The life I created with my poor decisions. I will say, I don’t think you ever did or would’ve accepted me and all my flaws as I accepted yours. There’s more, but that’s all I feel the need to say now. Or maybe ever will.