The Story of Us

I liked it better when you were on my side..

I wonder about that sometimes. Are two people ever on the same page or is it some illusion that men and women can ever be on the same page? Do we ever move on from conversations or do we just harbor them in our hearts until we just find ourselves living on a page in a complete different book than than the one you're actually reading? I'm feeling like I'm experiencing deja vu all over again and if this were a movie, I'd be crying to myself and saying, "I told you so". But this isn't fake life, it's reality and reality is a lot harder and isn't necessarily going to end with the love of your life calling you back and saying I should've have left.. let's figure this out. So I guess that's where I am right now, in between reality and fake life... or as the phrase goes, a rock and a hard place.

If I wrote a love story, it would end like all the other love stories. That the one realizes what a mistake they made and came running back to make it all better. Maybe it'd resemble "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days" or maybe even "The Notebook". In a true love story, there's always a happy ending after the grand climax where you are left wondering if the two of them will make it through, that they have to make it through because even though they're not seeing things eye to eye right now, they realize that they're crazy for each other, that everything would obviously work out and that regardless of all this, they're perfect for each other, I mean how could it not work out, right? Right?

In a perfect love story, he realizes fifteen minutes after he drives away that this was all a big misunderstanding and he turns around and drives back to her.. Right? He bangs on the door and insists she see him so they can make this all okay.

In a perfect love story, the one that I would write about grand love, she would know exactly the right words that would subdue the frustration they were both feeling. She would turn and put her hand on his and they would know this would work out. She wouldn't push things without thinking. She's know what to say after a fight so that she wouldn't be alone in her room wishing they were just falling asleep next to each other instead.
 

This is looking like a contest,
Of who can act like the careless,
But I liked it better when you were on my side.
The battle's in your hands now,
But I would lay my armor down
If you said you'd rather love than fight.
So many things that you wished I knew,
But the story of us might be ending soon.

What's your story?

Ever have a friend who you shared an experience with but they seem to remember the story completely different from how you remember it? You wonder whether or not that person was even there because their recollection of it is so much different than yours.

Why? Because of stories. Our lives are made out of stories that we tell others and most importantly the ones we tell ourselves.  Some people may recall their life story and it may sound sad but from the outside looking in, their story is beautiful, unique, and special.  Others may inflate their stories because they don't think it's interesting enough for others to hear.  Others, have happy stories, stories of love, loss, successes, and disappointments.

Whatever your story is, make it beautiful and make it count.

The Mix Tape

Ever wonder how a simple mix tape can really turn simple songs that separately don't belong, but together, they become a story?  And even though they're really not called Mixed Tapes anymore because now we have iPods, iPads, and the like, we still consider them mixed tapes.

I used to make one every month, sometimes twice a month depending on the events that unfolded before me.  Making different playlists for boyfriends was always my specialty.  Each man in my life had a playlist, he had those songs that instantly gave you butterflies whenever one of the songs came on.  And then, when that man left you life, there was a consequential breakup mix that came along with him.  I still think of certain guys whenever I hear one of those breakup songs.

There were mixed tapes for going out, some for when you stayed in, rainy day mixes, and mixes for cleaning, or cooking.  You could really make a mixed tape for just about any event that you came across and then re-use them over again. 

Listening to those songs, told a story. A story of a certain part of our lives.  A part of our lives we can re-visit anytime we want, just by pressing play.  The lyrics, the music, everything about the list brings out such vivid details, it amazes me how powerful music really is. And that's beautiful.

"Where words fail, music speaks" - Hans Christian Andersen