As I rode on the train through the city, you could see all the beautiful unique buildings. All the hotels and apartment buildings I could only dream to afford. But one building always seemed to amaze me more and more every time I saw it. I looked up at it and on one of the very top floors you could see a dark figure standing on the balcony with an Iphone in one hand and a cold beer in the other.
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❌ED'S POV❌
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She always does this. I know she'll be calling me soon. But how can I talk to her? If I do, I'll just give in. AGAIN. I'm sick and tired of giving in and giving her what she wants. What about Ed? When do I get what I want?
Ill tell you what I don't want. I don't want a girlfriend that walks out on me more than she runs into my arms. I don't want anymore one night stands. I do want to love someone. Really love. The kind of love that when you wake up next to them you don't say 'oh shit' and run out of there. I do want the kind of love where you wake up next to the most beautiful girl on the world. You may not think she is, and thats okay. But to me she will be the most beautiful woman in the world. Thats how this should work.
Now that I think about it, I actually do have that. With her. Her. The thing is, I'm not sure she has that with me.
"FUCK!" I scream. "FUCK FUCK FUCKETY FUCK!!!!." I take my beer bottle and smash it on the side of the balcony. Pieces of shattered glass go every where and beer dribbles down my balcony.
I want to break more.
I want to smash something into small itty bitty pieces.
I'm so fucking done with her.
"FUCK!"
My old guitar is out here. I always have it out here for emergencies like this one. Thankfully, I don't break it. I don't.
Sitting down on the chair of the table where I would be having a fabulous dinner with my girlfriend. At this very table, I would say something stupid but she would laugh anyway to make me feel better. At this very table i would have kissed her like she's never been kissed before. At this very table, I would tell her I cooked the entire meal myself even though she knows I can't even make microwave popcorn without burning it.
So naturally I start strumming my guitar and start to write a song. Unfortunately, I cannot think of any lyrics. But sometimes you don't need any.
Sometimes the music says it all.
Sometimes hearing the cords go together so smoothly like you've been practicing this song for years, you can just hear the pain and misery in the song without me telling you.
I take a big breath. My iphone is in my other hand. It buzzes and I contemplate throwing the bloody thing off the balcony. But I don't. I set it down on my table and run inside. I can't talk to her now. I take another cold one out of the fridge and sit down on my couch. Looks to be another lonely night.
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