Jolene

"Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please don't take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
There's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don't know what he means to me, jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
Hes the only one for me, jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Im begging of you please don't take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please don't take him even though you can
Jolene, jolene"

Such a simple, honest song, but rings so true.

heartache

It has been almost a month and im still not okay. Even when i know i have an exam the next day and i really need to study for it, my heartache is like a disease, it can never go away, and it hits the most at times when i need it to be furthest thing from my mind.

On a blanket in VTH:
"Love is not love until you give it away."

But what if you never get it back, ever? How much then should you give away at once?
And if you don't give away all of your love at once, is that even love at all anyway?

What if someone took your heart, ran it through the washer and dryer, aired it out in the sun, and gave you back an empty shell? What do you do with it then?

Do you try to fill it up again?

Or do you throw it away and build a new one from scratch?

When someone close to your heart leaves, it leaves a void that can never be filled. That's the reason why I hardly let anyone in in the first place. When I finally opened up my heart, I got it ripped to pieces. I can regret all I want, but I can never undo my past.

Now, I finally see the truth in the saying, "If it's meant to be, it's meant to be".

Once in a while, something comes along that you are willing to give up everything to fight for. It means so much to you that you do all you can to make it work. But sometimes, the willingness to fight for it is just not enough. Eventually there comes a point when you just know that it's not worth it to keep fighting anymore. Deep inside, you just know that there's nothing you can do anymore no matter how hard you try. That's when letting go happens.

It takes two to tango.