so my mp3 player broke just as I was leaving wal-mart, and since thats where I bought it in the first place two months ago, I decided to see if I could pull off getting a refund.
and I did.
so I needed something to listen to music with, something besides a gay, worthless, cheap mp3 player, no…I needed something much better, something like…
a 4 gig ipod nano.
yessirebob, I bought an ipod nano. half with my refund money, half with my rent money. I cant decide which I hate more, not having any portable music player to carry with me, or spending $381.00 on a gay ipod.
…I’ll never be able to forgive myself.
and in other news, I quit my job…again. yes I know, but I did not enjoy that place very much. so in two weeks, I will once again be an unemployed individual. but dont worry, I’ll strike it rich somehow between now and then.
kk so coffee and an all nighter at my house, any takers?
a love so pure, it could not be broken.
not forgotten by the progress of time or become hidden behind a new face.
it would always linger, never letting go, in the back of your mind, you will remember.
when years have passed and the smell of spring turns back to the bitter cold,
those days that were spent will replay a vivid remembrance of a romantic idea, that never came to pass.
but the corners are cleaned now, everythings been boxed away.
its been sent with no return address, with the intent to forget.
the evidence is sealed and the proof has been disposed.
all the loose ends are tied while this subject is growing old.
memories of the past have been erased and replaced by memories of the new.
and everything that once was, is despised by you.
I tried to find them, I swear I did, but the letters are lost beneath the waters current.
the ink is gone along with the words, and the heart and the meaning behind them is cursed.
I dont think they will be found again.
there is nothing that will prove, that this love did exisit.
they may talk about the time, when all of this mattered.
and when I overhear their conversation, I will correct them in a timely manner.
I will tell them the story of what really happened.
and they will doubt me and ask for proof.
I will respond and say I have nothing, but a photograph and a promise I swore I’d keep.
then I’ll sit there and wonder, if you ever wondered to,
that it was mistake to erase, every last thing that remained.
my only regret is that I wish I had known sooner, so I could savour all that could be saved.
and the one day, I’ll look back and say,
it was a love so pure, that it could not be broken…