Goodbye My Almost Lover
"Write hard and clear about what hurts." --Ernest Hemingway Okay, here goes... It took me 6 months to listen to your favorite band. They had become one of my favorite bands, too, but you were why I couldn't listen to them for so long after I ended it. When the song you did a YouTube cover on played on the radio, I'd turn it off because my eyes would burn. I didn't want to end it. As trite as that sounds, I really didn't want to. I had to, but everything in me burned to the contrary. One of the few times I've had to choose head over heart. Why couldn't it work out? Why couldn't you have just accepted me, all of me? I know, this sounds like emotional dribble, and even though I know you'll never read this, I have to get this out, because I've been missing you lately. You said things to me no man has ever said, nor did I think any man could say to me, or would even want to say to me. Those sweet mome