Now all I can do is smile in disbelief; a smirk onto a feeling I’ve got to figure what exactly.
Good Lord, how on earth can love be so nonsense? And in that sense, it’s just got interesting.
Need no beer, need no smoke, it’s all clear; I got myself into loving a stranger for a damn good year. “Somebody that I used to know” – a song whose singer I can’t recall and I’d rather type what I’m saying now than “google” it – is in my playlist. People, I feel for these lines:
“But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened, and that we were nothing…
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.”
And only to realize and ask, “Was he really somebody that I used to know?” It’s striking, annoying, maddening, frustrating, and pretty interesting.
An exaggerated comparison but please let me, for the sake of honesty and liberty. One year felt like a one-night stand with a stranger. It was there, it was good, and then it’s gone, so what now?
Nothing, just nothing. After all, the end simply justified the mean. We started as strangers at a table with cups of coffee and tea. Love isn’t so strange then. Now, we’re back to being strangers, like we’ve always been.