In remembrance of Danielle...
I, with gushing internal bleeding, loathe how my heart writhingly pangs every time I hear Maroon 5's sweet 'n' sour album, Songs About Jane. The album just fills my nerves with such swelling, passionate emotion that I suddenly have an irrational desire to forgo sleep, unseat my electric guitar, and start writing, though I hardly know how to play.
I won't hear, read, or even speak of the 3v1l songs without having a direct connection in my synapses to the association of Danielle. The album's hits seemed to be all that was playing in the backdrop while I visited her once in Williamsport over a year ago. Since then our most recent and final communication was in December as my hazy memory estimates. It is bittersweet how, at this point, we had our best-connecting, most laughable conversation before I decided to let her go. Tearful, really.
I kiss your memorial stone and place a flower. You were very dear to me. I loved you. What slays the most is, you'll never know this.
Your memory still hints...though no longer haunts me, o' Danielle.
I won't hear, read, or even speak of the 3v1l songs without having a direct connection in my synapses to the association of Danielle. The album's hits seemed to be all that was playing in the backdrop while I visited her once in Williamsport over a year ago. Since then our most recent and final communication was in December as my hazy memory estimates. It is bittersweet how, at this point, we had our best-connecting, most laughable conversation before I decided to let her go. Tearful, really.
I kiss your memorial stone and place a flower. You were very dear to me. I loved you. What slays the most is, you'll never know this.
Your memory still hints...though no longer haunts me, o' Danielle.