It would have been very easy for me to turn this week's Five on Friday meme into a Fifteen on Friday meme as there are probably more songs out there about love lost and unrequited than there are songs about love found and cherished but I didn't want to depress the heck out of everyone so I kept it to just five plus an extra three.
Even though it's been said that misery loves company and I was depressed enough earlier this week to give thought to a broken-hearted version of Travis' weekly musical meme, I didn't really want to drag everyone else down with me. However, rather than just ignore the fact that the scar had fallen off an old wound and opened up the the hole in my heart that has been there for many years and I cried myself to sleep one night while clutching a teddy bear that maybe I should have gotten rid of 25 years ago as he's a reminder of someone I still love, I decided that it might be just a little more cathartic to just throw it out here on the old blog for all and sundry to see rather than just keep it to myself. Ok, so I guess misery really does love company after all!
I rather suspect that my old and dear friend Cyndi from California would be disappointed in the chink I found in my armor the other night but then again, I think maybe she'd also understand that even though it's been eight years since a very heavy door was closed once and forevermore on any communication between myself and the guy who still holds a very special place in my heart that every once in awhile the heartbreak is going to come back to remind me that I still miss someone.
Trust me, I don't dwell on it and I very rarely even think of the man anymore but for some reason I've recently had a few dreams that have haunted me a little bit and brought back the very painful realization that I am never ever going to see him again or hear his voice again or anything else and there's not a damned thing I can do about it but to accept the reality of the situation, re-patch that hole with perhaps something a little stronger, suck it up, and move on. To paraphrase Sting's song "A Thousand Years", I will always have the haunted memory of his face but I guess if I only fall apart once every eight years or so then I'm not doing all that badly, right?
I promise a happier version of Travis' Five on Friday meme next week but until then "I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees, the misty memories of days gone by" ... "and I think I'm gonna miss you for a long, long time."