“Someone Else” seems to be a topic of the voices discussion. Like they can’t believe the person that sent you all of those unhinged e-mails, the guy that went to Norway and was arrested could hold down a 9-5 going on 8 years since that campaign of harassment began.
They say I just “become someone else” to get through my day to day life, and this is some concept that Norwegians either understand or are currently grappling with.
Beyond that, I still have all these scenarios fly through my mind about you.
Most recently, while drinking a cup of mint tea, my head was setting the scene, that all the boys you and the other girls left behind in Central and South America or wherever you met us were invited to Norway and had to pick out who we met with you girls on stage.
I volunteered to go first and whip out my ID and ask, “do you remember? At the table in New York?”
and blah blah blah we kiss and make up and in my head we’re back together and honestly that’s why I hate myself because even though you brought me to my lowest point in life I don’t have it in me to hold a grudge against you.
I just love you, and if I try to stop, somehow, the universe decides to remind me that I love you.
So I’ll go on loving you, forgiving you, wishing you well.
Better positive vibes than negative ones I guess.