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The National – Sorrow

…remember that time we walked past each other outside that concert last year? It was pretty awkward, pretending not to know who you were. With our history, it was probably the best response at the time, no? But it’s funny how the best response makes us feel guilty, then regretful, then nothing – civility is best achieved through numbness. Anyway, the thing is this. I always wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked that night, for those few seconds when I saw you. In that jacket, with no makeup on, your hair making light of the winter winds. It’d been such a long time since I’d seen you too. I always told myself you looked your best in January. At least I was right about that. That’s all I wanted to say, really. Oh right, the other thing. I saw your short story in the paper a few weeks ago, and finally found the time (no, fuck that – worked up the courage) to read it. Thanks for going easy on me, I thought it was really funny for a first attempt – announcing your talent, as they say. Of course, Sandra didn’t agree. Whatever. You’re a terrific woman, and I’m lucky to have had you when we were younger. Headache’s coming on pretty strong again, so I think I’ll stop here. Come to think of it, it might not even have been you that night – my memory is funny like that now. But I do remember how I feel.

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(photo taken by Veronika Langerova)

Posted on August 21, 2010 - Tunes -