The problem with love songs is, there are so many of them. And I swear they only play on rainy days when I'm traveling the same brain-dead stretch of 90 miles I could do in my sleep. This leaves me nothing but time to listen to the radio and thinks about the lyrics.
Maybe I should be fair and clarify I mostly listen to country music and they and the ones with rainy-day-love-song Sundays. I heard "Better as a Memory" from Kenny Chesney's Poets and Pirates album and I swear the sky got a little bit darker and the rain fell softer.
But I suppose the upside is that even sadness can be beautiful.
And really, if my sadness was that beautiful, I'd be okay with having my heart broken.
Which is not to say my heart was broken this weekend, it's just a long drive down a long freeway filled with seven years of memories. And I suppose somewhere along the way, I'd find something that makes me sad. But like I said, if you can make it beautiful, you can make it okay.
I suppose the fact that my heart is capable of breaking shows I haven't forgotten what it means to love. And that still counts for something, right?
I saw lightning last night. that made me cry.
I can tell you the exact day I last saw lightning in these parts. I know exactly what I was doing, exactly where I was going and it made me cry then too. Some things in life are just too beautiful to conjure apathetic reactions.
After seven long years, I've decided to try really hard to learn to become friends with the rain. It's definitely not easy, but we were at peace this morning. And the drive home still had beauty.
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