Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend
I can only bring myself to write about this now, three days after the event that catapulted my life into a fuzzy blubbering mess.Breaking up is hard to do. I want to lock myself in a cupboard and listen to Al Green's "I'm still in love with you" on repeat, in slow motion, in reverse, in karaoke style. Anything to prolong my memories of you and of being with you. It feels like our journey ended before it began.
I miss you already. I regret the terrible things I ever said about you and did to you. Why was I so careless, so cavelier about your well-being? The worst thing is, I can't even isolate our split to an exact moment. I only know that you left me standing there in David Jones, like a stunned mullet, and I tried to come after you, chase you down. I was frantic and frightened, afraid of what others would think of my crazy behaviour but I was desperate to find you and tell you how much I needed you in my life. After a while, you left me with no choice but to give up.
It was time to let you go.
Rest in peace Chanel. Hello Vivienne Westwood.
posted by Lokes @ 10:53 AM
5 Comments:
excuse my stupidity but isn't vw (apart from a car manufacturer) a line of final china and crockery? u've waved goodbye to fashion and elegance for dinner plates?
Er, I think you're referring to Villeroy and Boch.
VW is an English designer largely responsible for the modern punk movement. Unfortunately, my new sunnies doesn't make me want to dust off my leather jumpsuit and whip.
Just yet.
Grandmama you bought new VW sunnies?! What about those cool quilt-like chanel ones?!
Ga. Give them to me if you don't love them anymore. They deserve a warm and loving home with me.
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you're a flaming idiot Grandma!!!
It hurts me just to think about it, and they weren't even mine.
My condolescences grandamama. Here I was thinking you were being your fickle self and just changed sunnie lovers *sigh*.
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