can't let go

The Signs as Adele songs (25)
  • Aries: Hello - At least I can say that I've tried / to tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart
  • Taurus: Water Under the Bridge - If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently / don't pretend that you don't want me
  • Gemini: Lay Me Down - Words don't come out right when you're right in front of me / help me baby, won't you turn off the lights
  • Cancer: Remedy - Come whatever, I'll be the shelter that won't let the rain come through / your love, it is my truth
  • Leo: I Miss You - Bring your heart, I'll bring my soul / but be delicate with my ego
  • Virgo: Love in the Dark - But I don't want to carry on like everything is fine / the longer we ignore it all the more that we will fight
  • Libra: Can't Let Go - Why were you so cold, let the truth be told / tell me was it all for the thrill?
  • Scorpio: Send My Love (To Your New Lover) - I was too strong, you were trembling / you couldn't handle the hot heat rising
  • Sagittarius: Million Years Ago - I only wanted to have fun / learning to fly, learning to run / I let my heart decide the way
  • Capricorn: River Lea - Everybody tells me it's 'bout time that I moved on / that I need to learn to lighten up and learn how to be young
  • Aquarius: Sweetest Devotion - You're the right kind of madness
  • Pisces: When We Were Young - 'Cause I've been by myself all night long / hoping you're someone I used to know

I still remember who gave us that plate for our wedding and the silver demitasse spoons, even the dish towels. Seventeen years later and I can tell you about things we no longer have: the skillet I retired years ago and the old ice bucket. My husband is like an amnesiac. “Whose platter is this?” It’s ours I say and give the full provenance. “We’ve been there?” Yes, I say and tell him when and with whom. I’m used to it now, but I also wonder what other information might better serve me in the space these memories occupy. Today I thought about how one of the laundry baskets is from my college dorm room freshman year. That was 1993. In cleaning my daughter’s room yesterday I saw that she has some items that were mine when I was her age or younger. Like the wedding gifts I remember who gave them to me as well. I kept them in pristine condition and moved them from dorm to apartment to house. I have trouble getting rid of perfectly good things and I’m entirely too careful with my possessions. Basically I’m destined for some hoarder’s paradise in my old age. As long as they give me some bread to feed the raccoons I’ll be okay with it.

You are my bad habit that I just can’t quit.
—  excerpt from the book i’ll never write