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A Voice Recorder
Posted On Saturday February 17, 2007 By Matt
3 years, since it all went wrong.
After a long Long distance relationship
i had traveled around the globe to find
out wether unconditional love on first sight
could develop into something i would call
a life, a marriage. Fullfillment.
Misunderstandings and some unfair behaviour
on both sides had it crash. She seperated emotionally
in a few days. Before i was even ready to speak
something of sense.
It almost killed me. I spent 3 months just sitting
on a cliff, thinking of reasons not to give in to
the pain. I took my heart and left it there.
For her to keep or throw away.
It’s been 3 years, almost to the day when i
searched through a Box full of junk and my
hand found a lil voice-recorder. I hadn’t
seen it in years. I kept it in my car for
recording ideas i regularly had when i was
on the road.
Put batteries in, pressed >.
I cannot remember having pressed record
as we two got into my car on our first night
almost 6 years ago. I had given her a city tour
and we chit-chatted all night after that,
till i gave her that first kiss.
My heart almost stopped beating.
Honestly. I wish it had.
What a heartbroken idiot i am.
Love is so amazing.
Tags: heartbroken, love, misunderstandings, relationship, voice-recorder
Other People's Thoughts
The first three paragraphs of this take my breath away.
Thank you for sharing, it is beautifully expressed and I can, exquisitely, aggognizingly, relate.
— Zoe Fine Monday February 26, 2007 #
The Saddest Thing I Own is a 2005 commission of New Radio and Performing Arts, Inc., (aka Ether-Ore) for its Turbulence web site. It is supported by the Jerome Foundation in celebration of the Jerome Hill Centennial and in recognition of the valuable contributions of artists to society.
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