Discarded audio.

Its been a while since I thought of her.

But a song played on my iTunes and I was brought back to that summer afternoon where she lay on my bed reading a book while I was on my computer writing a blog post and the song played in the background and I knew that we were coming to an end. I turned to her and I said, “What’s wrong?”

And she replied, “I think we both know what is wrong. But we’ve just continued to deny it exists.”

I hate you, Fireflies.

I used to think that you were such a pretty song. I thought it was really cool how you talked about lightning bugs teaching you how to dance and how I wouldn’t believe my eyes.

But then, I remembered how I felt when I heard this song and the heart-aching realisation that this was it and I swore never to listen to you again.

I hate the fact that I’m so connected emotionally to songs. I connect objects, places, thoughts, music, and yes, songs, to people. Some people are so intimately connected to certain songs that listening to them brings that person to mind.

I hate that.

And I don’t want to remember you anymore.

So thank you, Owl City, for an awesome song. But I cannot listen to you anymore as you only break my heart again.