Breaking up is hard to do. Especially when you’re in love.
John Mayer has a song I love called “Spilt Screen Sadness“, which is about breaking up (even when you know you’re good together in so many ways).
“All you need is love is a lie, cause we had love, but we still said goodbye. Now we’re tired, battered fighters. And it stings when it’s nobody’s fault, cause there’s nothing to blame at the drop of your name. It’s only the air you took and the breath you left…”
Last night was my final night of my week with the 2013 Honda CRV EX-L that was lent to me by Ken Garff Honda of Orem. I needed to go up to Bountiful to borrow some snow pants for my daughter’s winter campout for school, so I figured it was a good time to take a nice long drive by myself.
I’ve had many loves in my life. I’m one of those girls that falls hard and fast when she sees someone that’s a good match for her. That can be evidenced by the fact that I married my first husband less than four months after we met for the first time. It took a lot of restraint to wait a whole six months to marry Taylor.
But not all love is good for you, and last night I had to come to terms with the fact that it’s over for me and the CRV. Because the dealership wants it back. My week of the #HondaTestDrive is almost up.
True Story: Many of my breakups have happened while sitting in a dark car, listening to music, and trying to find the right words to say. And one of the songs playing during a breakup with a high school boyfriend was “Black” by Pearl Jam: “And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything. All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything.”
Last night in the CRV, “Black” came up on shuffle. It reminded me of that breakup, and how I’ll be “breaking up” with the CRV tomorrow when Ken Garff gets it back. This line of the song was particularly poignant:
“I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a star in somebody else’s sky,
But why, why, why can’t it be, can’t it be mine?”
Last night became a sad night for me. I cranked up my angsty “melancholy” playlist and sang at the top of my lungs. I also grabbed my last #PDR (a bottle of IBC Root Beer, mind you! I’m part of the Bloggers Against Drunk Driving campaign).
A full review of my week with the CRV will be published this week. Until my hands are pried from the smooth leather steering wheel, I’ll enjoy my last few moments with my love that was not meant to be.