Sometimes I'm really upset I wasted that song on you.
Because that song was supposed to be innocent. sweet. honest.
But now it is tainted.
And I can't play it for anyone else, because I gave it to you first.
It was a starting over song.
& You weren't careful enough with it.
i loved this post.
ReplyDeletei had this favorite song once and i wasted it on a boy in grade 12. right after we broke up i heard a new song, and i decided that i would not waste it. i decided that i wouldn't listen to it at ALL until i knew for a fact that i'd met the man that i was going to marry.
four years later, about three months after we got engaged, i showed my song to my future [for sure] husband, and four months later i walked down the aisle to it.
some music is just too good to give to a careless boy.
i automatically associate songs with people. I have my whole life. And if those people ever leave, I can hardly listen to it anymore. Breaks my heart every time!!
ReplyDeletethat sounds just wonderful. I'll keep my ears open for another. What were yours?
the one i walked down the aisle to on my wedding day was "christmas present" by the rocket summer (just the instrumental part, it cut out before the singing).
ReplyDeletethe one that i wasted on the guy in grade 12...you know, i just realized that i don't even remember. :)
[i don't see my comment anymore...i don't know where it went. so i'm only assuming you're asking me... haha if you're not, just delete this...]
hmm thats weird? i am asking you [suzy] haha. I didn't delete it?? strange. :)
ReplyDeleteBUT i'm gonna go download that right now. and hooray for not even remembering. Maybe one day I won't either!
:) tell me what you think of it.
ReplyDeletemy girls (four of them) came out at the beginning where it's building, and then there's a part where it gets quiet and kind of stops..and then when it comes back in quite loudly --that's when the doors opened at the back of the church and i came in. it was kind of awesome. haha!
as as for not remembering..when the right guy comes along, the past ones don't matter one little bit.