The scars of your love remind me of us..

..They keep me thinkin’ that we almost had it all..

“Baby, I have no story to be told
But I’ve heard one on you, now I’m gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there, as mine sure won’t be shared..”

I don’t regret it, but rather, I still think about it. This song has always resonated with me as something so…sad and difficult, but with the thought that you are moving on. We have different problems with it. In general, I thought that different people have different problems, and you know how to solve someone else’s (or, you think you do), and you always don’t know what to do with your own.

I think that it will still remain a scar in me, and even in this there is something wonderful. That is, think about it – we always want to leave some trace behind us. In the world, in someone’s heart. In a place that we like. Isn’t it a success, in the plane of the ultimate goal, that someone managed to leave a note “I was here” in us? That is, that between him and us, at least one of us, brought his work to the end?..