A number of years ago, this is the song I listened to after a boyfriend broke up with me. It was for the best, and somewhere deep inside I knew it was the right thing to do, but at the time I couldn’t see beyond the pain of the moment, couldn’t see the courage to do it myself. There’s the pain that comes as a result of being let go, and the pain that comes from letting someone go. They are similar, but they are not the same. Hurt comes in all variations, measured in gradations too subtle and fine to measure or quantify. The only way to get over it is to let the pain wash over you, to let the oceans roll, and to weep all your salty tears.
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