A fabulous friend of mine on Twitter @jayelisson (follow her, she's almost as much fun as @IanPoulter) is also on Tumblr. She's been blogging 25 songs in 25 days, and she's posted some very cool tunes. They have meaning from different seasons of her life. She recently posted a U2 song that reminded her of her first love. Songs always stir up memories...
Personally, I don't need to be reminded of my first love. He came back into my life two years and well, let's just say there are reasons why some people are part of your past. It's where they should stay. Anyway, he wasn't the only one to pop up recently with confessions of love and/or professing to have changed, which I find quite odd. It's like they can tell when one of the others is trying to worm his way back. Must be some sort of male instinct thing, I don't know.
The flattering part was they all seemed to agree on one thing -- there's no one else like me (either that or they've all managed to use same line to see if I'd bite, who knows). And I'm not sure how many or how few women I'm being compared to here, but I'll take the compliment nonetheless. The sad part is that from what I could tell, no one had changed. Except for me. I stopped giving yet another chance to people who don't deserve one. So I was proud of myself.
After someone has lied to you or mistreated you, no matter how tempting it may be, there's really no going back. It's simply too hard to rebuild a relationship once the trust has been shattered. Particularly if you gave the person a second chance the first time. And no matter how lovely and flowing the apologies may be, you have to look at the actions. Words come easily to some, even the L-word, but actions are harder to fake. And love is a verb.
I don't let the actions of a few spoil my hope though. I still believe there's a nice, honest guy out there somewhere. And in the spirit of that hope and Jay's blog, here's a song that reminds me the way I want to connect with someone one day. The video is incredible. Enjoy.
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