To Make You Feel My Love.
I find myself listening to the Adele version of this tearjerking rendition and my eyes begin to wail and tears run down my face. “Why did I do this?” I ask myself “What have I gotten myself into?”. This isn’t supposed to be this hard. I can’t stand who I am most of the time but especially right now. I had a thought on my eye swelling drive home as I belted Bob Dylan’s lyrics, maybe I need to have to expectation on this relationship, take it for what it is? Maybe. I’m not sure how much longer I can go without his touch. I feel like such a fool, a love fool. You ever notice songs take on new meaning when you’re in love? I haven’t been in love in a long time, I forget that happens. It’s nice but daunting a stroll through a playlist can be an emotional roller coaster that an emotional cutter will repeat and ponder more tear inducing thoughts. Another thought, Can I make him feel my love? Can I change his thought process on beating his soul to the ground by himself, essentially I have to defeat the voice inside his head, can I do that? I guess I can try. What could it hurt? Was his last words.