If you enjoy sad love songs for the fun of it, and you come across Sara Kays and Anson Seabra, I beckon you to listen. They make magical music on their own, and together it is even more magical.
Most times when people say "forget heartbreak," I presume they haven't really fallen deeply for a person. They compare it with events such as having to forget charger somewhere knowing their phone would lose its power through the day? If you lose someone you truly loved, even fiddling with your phone feels like a task you don't want to embark on.
Music has a way of warming the heart and calming the soul. Listening with your favourite person while sharing one side of the earpiece, or playing a song on speaker and singing along in an imperfect voice, hits differently, especially when you deeply relate to the words.
This song talks about how her playlist used to be 25 songs and is now 3, because she hears him in the other 22. I really can't fathom her pain; imagine being in a space where the only things that gave you comfort are stripped away without warning. She deleted his pictures and the texts and made new friends, but somehow he is still on her mind, and she wonders, "How 'bout him?" When you go through this phase, you learn that pain doesn't go by the rules. I was once asked to write how I felt, add it to the letters, and burn them all in a fire; but guess what? None of that helped.
She wonders if he stays up at night under the ceiling light, thinking about the days when they were still together, and if he is wishing hard on every shooting star, thinking that if they tried again, it would be better. She knows they have gone their separate ways, but she wonders if he misses her the same.
He responds with a mutual feeling. He can't pass her street, because when he does, he starts to think of the summer they had at 22. He even told his GPS to stay away from her address, because he would rather drive miles and think of her. "I guess we're still on my mind, how about you?" That line gets me every time, because it captures their memories combined.
I don't know if what I was shown was a shooting star, but from what I saw, it moved really quickly. She imagines trying to wish on it; she must have really loved and missed him. I don't know what broke them, but if it is something they will keep bringing into the future, it is best they let go of each other.
There was a time I was crazy over my first love. I stayed up under the ceiling light, thinking about the days when we were still together, and I missed him so much; but I know that if he responded, the feeling would definitely not be mutual.
We thank God for growth. To be loved is a beautiful thing, and to be valued and seen by those who love us means everything.
Rating: 93/100
Originally posted through scrobble.life/music.
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