"If there is a song for the “credits,” after the story’s end, it would be this. The characters of the song are different, but the themes of regret, of logic and control versus life and living, of passing something on even after it’s burnt, these couldn’t take you out of the book any more gracefully. I’d love to write a book as good as this song, but I doubt I have it in me." -Paul Hornschemeier
Have struggled today to understand exactly how much we can exaggerate and exactly how much negativity is allowed. Advertising is tricky at times, especially when you have to change your mind temporarily, making everything upside down. After moving the new furniture into our area, we got into a cozy conversation and debate of sorts about the new game plan in action this awards season. Is all under wraps, as I try to wrap my head around things the best I can. Craft is not something I'm very acclimatized to at this point, but everything to be done with excellence.
Am on speaking terms with Dean again, which is great considering the gap was wide and the divide not so much. It feels alright, trusting someone again after such a long silence. And I just knew things were going to be alright.
It's Friday morning and after the suspected tabs were opened, I was welcomed with a 'friend request' from my ex Fiance. Have been totally stumped at my desk debating allowing the request as four years have passed since he perhaps wanted to kill me for calling it off. I remember Amsterdam nights yelling in his apartment and everything I missed my flights for. After last night: am not sure I can handle much more in terms of dragging the past out and throwing it onto to the bed like an open suitcase you're about to try to pack as lightly as possible. I have only just realized that I've never shared anything here about him because my yellow card with everyone's 'names' on it, doesn't have any record of him. So here it is: Kyle, I was mad young you were just plain mad, and I hope you never find this written here because I never knew what excuse to give you. And I don't know why you still search for me online, and how you can even be sure if this is the same girl. Leave quietly because you left too much noise behind you the last time, and don't look for me in this space that is my own. I know I'm meant to have forgiven, but does that mean I have to be friends? I don't think it does. Something that may help you to stop wasting your time looking for me: I left because I wanted to leave, not just because you were crazy. I should get rid of everything you left behind, should have, but I didn't because these things, these fights and these breaking-up-of-promises; well they add onto you and you wouldn't be the same without it. He obviously meant something more than the rest at some point or another, being high may have helped, but I said yes when he asked me to marry him. And we called everyone after that. The thing is, it gets hazy when I try to remember when he asked me, it all happened so fast in between everyone else and Belgium.
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