And if you don't know (or remember) why I carry this, you can refresh your memory here: The Last Valentine. Thirty years later, the scar hasn't healed. It changed everything, including today. I never really tried after that night. I was permanently broken. The "only one who really knew me at all" decided to "walk away" and all I could do was "watch you leave without a trace."
There was no one after "K." There couldn't be. There wouldn't be. A young man (20 something) in the prime of his life, stumbles across the woman he believes deep in his soul he would spend the rest of his life with. They would share the joy of forming a family they could call their own. The house, the white picket fence, the 2.3 children, and the big back yard for the dogs to play.
All blown apart by a nuclear bomb that would spread its toxic effects for decades. Thirty years later these lyrics still ring true. "Take a look at me now, there's just an empty space." It stayed empty; so damaged it could never be salvaged.
I thought I commented as already so apologies if this is a repeat.
ReplyDeleteI remember about K and i remember the song. What a talent Phil Collins is.
You deserve more, Bob. You deserve someone who sticks around and who sees you.
I have fallen deeply in love a couple of times and not got the happy ending but I stubbornly believe its possible. If it happens, that will be nice but in the meantime I'm proud of the very imperfect life I have built.
You have much to be proud of, too
I'm sorry, Bob. The way you tie the song, the “Last Valentine” and three decades of fallout together really shows how one night and one person can echo through an entire life. I really hope you find someone that can help you feel whole again.
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