No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it’s forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
Two o’clock in the morning, something’s on my mind
Can’t get no rest; keep walkin’ around
If I pretend that nothin’ ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on
This is the hardest story that I’ve ever told
No hope, no love, no glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I’m wasted
And I’m wastin’ every day
Why do some people have this effect? At least once a day it happens - you’re just walking along, doing your thing, going on about your day - when one glance, a faint smell, a song, or even a random thought hits your chest like a sack of lead and you’re struck dumb and motionless, lost in memories and thoughts of her. Often it’s like a dream you’re trying to shake off; there’s no point in standing there glassy-eyed because it’s not a reality anymore — and so you struggle to push the sack of lead off yourself. And you always have the strength and ability to get out of that mess, but it’s the light coat of debris hanging tight to your mind that’s annoying. “False hope? Wishful thinking? Wistfulness? Reminiscence? What is this shit?”
And at least once a day, you wonder.
“I bet she’s happier.”
“She’ll find someone else soon, if not already.”
“Maybe she thinks too..”
“She’s better off now anyway.”
-(source)
Sigh. This is difficult.
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