Making Memories of Us

He was crushed when I told him it was over. I don’t know why. It wasn’t as if he’d actually left her to be with me- although he did sing his promises to be “Making Memories of Us” over and over and over. *sigh*

And, honestly, who could blame him. It’s not like I’m the tall, redheaded bombshell that she is. But still. We, okay *I*, had dreams of marrying someday. He would cure my grief-related insomnia by singing me to sleep each night.

Well, it’s been a few years since “the break-up.” I still listen to his music, while he continues to sing…to HER. Anyway, this Saturday, will be the first time we are together in a few years. Err…or EVER! And I wonder if I will just be another face in the crowd or if he will, for old time’s sake, sing a few songs to ME.

I’m dusting off my cowboy hat and digging out my finest…

‘cuz I want him to know what he could’ve had and see that I’m happily relation-shipped with some other lucky guy who, by the way, does sometimes sing to me at night. Yeah, I’m “Making Memories of Us” — just a different us.