I could tell that she was feeling everything that I was, and after spending a month questioning whether or not we'd ever be a thing, I suddenly felt like we were inevitable.
She pulled me closer and kissed me slowly, her hands in my hair again. We...
It was Friday night and the scene in Sidewalk was solemn. Or maybe it was just my mood. Lately it's been hard to tell how I'm feeling, I've been wrapped up in my mistakes and my losses.
I was performing tonight, something special. It was a song I wrote two weeks after she left. After she left me and went back to Indiana.
I knew it was my fault, all of the destruction that happened between us. The truth came out, like it always does. It came out and ripped one of the best things I ever had, right out of my life.
Eddie and I were divorced now, but it honestly felt like my life was no different than before we were married. It sucked because, when Talia stepped foot into my existence, she made me see everything differently.
I couldn't think about her right now, not directly before performing a song that I had written about her. My heart was still heavy, still grieving. Even though there was nothing I could do to reverse what went down between us, I knew she'd always hold a piece of my heart.
Suddenly my name was called onto the stage, I walked up and sat on the lonely stool. People were cheering for me, but I couldn't focus on it. I had to contain the emotion I was bound to feel while singing this song.
Then the crowd went quiet, and I began to sway...
'Hey, my love I buried you a month or two ago I keep thinking that you're standing on my floor That you're waiting there for me
But four drinks I'm wasted I can see you dancing, I can lay down next to you At the foot of my bed If I drink enough I can taste your lipstick, I can lay down next to you But it's all in my head If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you
When you left, you took my bestest friend away And in this mess, I think I dug a thousand graves Talia, I hope you're happy anyway
But four drinks I'm wasted I can see you dancing, I can lay down next to you At the foot of my bed If I drink enough I can taste your lipstick, I can lay down next to you But it's all in my head If I drink enough I swear that I will wake up next to you...'
*The End* If you're reading this, not only did you make it to the end, but you've made me super happy! Trust me, I know this story was frustrating. My intent was to give you more of a French Ending! 👇
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