I never understood when people would place blame upon their memories for ruining their favorite songs. I was under the impression that I had never closely associated a song and a memory. Naturally, I assumed the person at hand was exaggerating, puting unnecessary weight onto a light topic.
That is, until tonight. Foolishly, I decided to listen to a song I discovered early this summer.
This song will remain nameless for the well-being of my fragile ego.
The lyrics are burned into the side of my brain because I spent so much time listening to this song on repeat. Because of the constant repetition, never have I been sent back to a memory so quickly. The summer of 2011. Confusion, endless work hours, anything and everything to keep my mind from being idle too long.
It’s strange how just over two months ago can feel so far away now
“You don’t get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared? Because I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don’t get to call me a whore.”—Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy 2x24, Damage Case)