Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Thursday, May 31, 2018
Looking back?
We both knew the chemistry was way over our heads.
That was pretty obvious.
But the day I knew you were leaving
and couldn't sleep and was texting you?
And you text back, "Please stop."
And I knew you were crying?
I even told you I knew.
That day?
That was the day I knew something
very different was at work here.
That this was not the least bit normal.
There is no way I should have felt like that.
But I did.
I'm just glad we didn't give up on each other
and that he brought us together.
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