Everybody talks about some fateful day
And I guess that this was mine
Mar Cohen Ghost train.
It had been more than a year since I talked to James last when I ended up in the hospital.So that puts us well past the two-year mark.Since i have been out almost a year now.
Having no idea why she stopped being my friend bothers me a little. But it is bothering me less as time goes by.
Realizing that I cared for her more than she cared for me was a bitter pill at first.
There is something about knowing her past, and how often she had been treated badly herself, that her lack of concern for me Is particularly, makes it hard.
I would like to know why she stopped, but let’s be honest.
Whatever she says is going to suck.
No matter the answer, no matter what her reasons.
What would I say, or do?
How is knowing that she did not value me enough to keep being my friend, possibly going to help?
Or worse what if she has a bunch of stupid reasons or the all-time favorite of people who don’t know what they want out of life, then it’s the not me it’s you speech?
How would that help me?
There is a positive side to her blocking me, on Facebook .
I can feel free to tell any story fro my time with her, and not worry that she is going to read it and not like it.
Our adventures had lots of common features,
One of them was her eclectic music tastes, forming the soundtrack to our time together.
She is responsible for almost all of my newer music tastes.
London grammar would be right up her alley.
I could easily see us driving places listen to there newest cd
So yeah I don’t know how long it will take before I don’t wonder anymore.
But I Imigine it will be quite a while before I stop thinking about stuff she would like.
So yeah, there might be some stories to tell.
But like the man sings.
I may be here to tell some kind of story
But I think it’s gonna take a little time
(That’s all right)