I was flying over the ocean, listening to Taylor Swift, when I realized that I wasn’t sad over who I thought I had been yearning over the past year. I wasn’t sad about the college boy who had stolen the last two years of my life, but rather the boy from my hometown that rescued me from a mosh pit. I was sad over something that had happened so long ago, yet had haunted my subconscious, not making it to the surface until I heard a lyric in a song years later. I broke into tears, right there over the middle of nowhere, in front of sleepy passengers who had their own stories to grieve.
I wonder how many of our emotions, our reactions, are due to things we don’t even realize- a lover who we thought didn’t mean that much, a parent we thought we could live without, a friend we thought was just too ridiculous, a life we thought we were just too good for.
I wonder how many times our own stubborn decisions fall to our subconscious and wreck our lives without us even knowing.
Because years later, no one else has emerged from the lyrics. Only you.