If you weren't real, I would make you up
You always remember your first encounter with someone special.
While it may be imperceptible at first, it changes you.
The way that you smile involuntarily, late at night, when memories of small things she did come rushing back on you. You hope that the darkness hides the truth, a little, even from yourself.
The way that just knowing that someone like her exists gives you hope. In your darkest hours, you didn’t think that they made them that way anymore.
You know, without question, that she is one of those that will be on your mind for a long time — a very long time — no matter how things go.
Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t fight against this tide.
Not that you’d really want to.
You actually give yourself a moment to sit and think about it. You let your guard down enough to enjoy. You lean back and genuinely appreciate.
And then she’s done with you.
It’s better to have loved and lost, they say.
You know who says that?
People without the nerve to go for what they want. People that live in the past. People that don’t want to risk it any more. Or can’t. Or just won’t.
They didn’t deserve it in the first place.
They didn’t respect it.
This has happened to me, and I am not taking it at all well.
I can’t believe I am typing these words…
Carly Rae Jepsen has been voted off of Canadian Idol.
Wow. That hurt more than I expected.
I’ve never been a fan of democracy.
It’s horse shit.
That the vote of someone that actually cares what Tom Cruise’s kid looks like is equal to my vote…
Madness, I say.
Carly Rae Jepsen is no longer on Canadian Idol.
And we are all the poorer for it.
I… I’m going to need a moment.