I really have nothing more to say on the matter. Some things I wish were far different than the way they are.
Grant me the courage to change the things I can,
The serenity to accept the things I cannot,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
For now, Happy Lughnasadh and Blessed Be!
say “forever” and actually mean it.
Maybe it’s a shot in the dark. I don’t go anywhere once you’ve left me. I’m still here, waiting for you. I’m still a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, and I’m still reaching out, even when the crater between us is big enough to fit 2 galaxies, and we have nothing left to talk about, and you’ve clearly moved on. You were important. You meant something. My heart breaks every time I see you.
Somehow, I don’t expect that admitting this is going to change anything. I guess we don’t always get what we want.
I have great friends, and that makes all the difference.
I think it’s more appropriate. We don’t need a host of adverbs floating around when better phrasing is available (thank you, Stephen King!)
It’s not going to work. My story has changed. It needs an entirely new focus and I can’t find any place for my main character in it.
*string of expletives*
So go change the world. RIGHT NOW. What are you waiting for?
One song that really bugs me, as a writer, is “Come Back to Me” by David Cook, and its chorus is the reason it bugs me: “And when you see what you need to see/ when you find you, come back to me.”
What I know of character development has told me that, when someone finds out something about themselves, things change. I know this song is about love and hope, but I’m wondering: what if, once the subject of this song finds him/herself, they also find out that the singer isn’t part of his/her life anymore? What if the person in the song can’t come back to this guy because s/he isn’t the person s/he was when s/he left? What if they find themselves and then realize going back to this guy can’t happen?
“When you find you, come back to me.” What if it doesn’t work that way? That’s my first response, anyways. I know that there are stories where the person out finding themselves realizes that they need to be back with the people they left because that’s where they belong, or that they were trying to be someone they’re not and they come to terms with themselves in a happy way. There are also those where people realize they’re happier doing something else, which they wouldn’t have realized if they’d stayed where they were.
Granted, I’m a cynic. It takes a lot for me to believe romantic love and hope for romantic love. There are too many instances where the romance isn’t written well, in my opinion. I’m also a big believer in finding what you love and learning about yourself before getting too committed to someone. Otherwise, you run the risk of getting songs like this one to apply to your life.
Maybe that’s not a bad thing, though. It’s just a difference of opinion and subject preference.