Entry 16: Somewhere Only We Know

Year 24 Day 8: Somewhere Only We Know

Yours truly has a weird habit of looping songs for hours, days, and sometimes, even weeks. Last night, I watched "He's just NOT that into You" (2009). Towards the end, Keane's "Somewhere Only We Know" played. It triggered my wire for obsession. It was an eargasmic narcotic. It could probably be the hypnotic melody or the poetic chorus. Probably, both.

Whatever it may be, it got me wanting to break my heart to pieces again. That way, I'd have proper catharsis listening to the song.

"If you have a minute why don´t we go/ talk about it somewhere only we know? / This could be the end of everything./ So why don´t we go/ somewhere only we know?"

You know how melodramatic ladies dream of a mind-blowing date or a sweeping romance? Well, I'm not one of them. I'm an under-wishing nerd. I just hope for a proper goodbye. The kind that makes sense. The kind that puts a nice ending to a well-written novel (or short story, perhaps). I just wish for a nice, logical, drama-ridden goodbye, or so I thought.

"This could be the end of everything. So why don´t we go, somewhere only we know?"

Today's life cherry is this - I am not going to get a proper goodbye. Today, I stop waiting or wishing. I need not to anymore. Let it be known that I am saying (typing) this with a smile.

Also, if, someday, I do finally go "somewhere only we know", it's not for adieu's but for hello's.Cheers to the creator of DNAs of optimism.

This has been a beautiful Day 8! Good night. :)