Someone Like Her
"Bombay Sapphires" by Stevie Nicks
You - beloved
Were to me - everything
That love stood for
To love one another for a while
Was enough
She's made her choice, and her choice isn't me. I always knew that something, or should I say someone, was on her mind. I could feel it when she kissed me, when we made love, and it felt odd to be around her. But I always loved her. Always.
I guess I should be happy for her. She found love, even though it's not mine. I don't know if I'll ever be able to understand why she chose him over me, and neither of them seem too eager to explain it to me. I tried confronting her, I tried to tell her that he's a phony, but she wouldn't listen.
"Dan, I know who Leo is…" That's what she said, right to my face. As if she wasn't holding the proof in her hands. She was in denial, I know it. She was too upset to think about what she was saying. I just wish that she knew what she was doing with him.
It was all that I lived for
How can I go on without you
Can I go on - without you
I tell myself - this time
I'm going to have to
Move on
I see her every day, getting in or out of her car. Her hair is so long. I don't think I ever noticed how long and beautiful her hair was. I guess you start to notice those things when you miss them. The little things you took for granted. It was easy for me to run my fingers through it, and to pull it out of her face, revealing those deep brown eyes. No one had eyes like Piper. Full of life, mystery, chaos, romance, you could see everything in her eyes. They didn't hide anything, except the thing that tore us apart.
Her love for another man.
I always knew that she had loved him once, but she kept reassuring me that it was over. I think I should have picked up on it sooner, and saved us all a lot of trouble. No one would have had their hearts broken, and everyone would have been happy. Everyone except me. No matter how much I try, I can't be mad at Piper for what she did. I love her more than anyone will ever know, and I don't know if I can get over her as easily as she's getting over me.
It's like
Bombay sapphires
Hey I can take you higher
Whatever you desire
I can mend your heart
She was perfect for me, everything about her was perfect. Her deep brown eyes, that long hair, even that little scar on her eyebrow. It was perfect. I just… I can't imagine that there's another perfect someone out there for me. It would be like finding her clone out walking the streets, and I doubt there are any clones in downtown Portland. Did I mention I'm moving to Portland. I told her that I wanted to move on, but how can I move on from everything we had?
It is green
It is aquamarine
It is colors I have never seen
I can see past you
To the white sand
She waved at me today. Just as though we were the best of friends. How can I see that face and not remember all the wonderful hours we spent, just talking. The mornings we would lie in bed and watch each other pretend to sleep. But then I remember how she would leave, constantly leave, with another family emergency. The old "I have to save the day" excuse. She always used it. I saw the reluctance in her eyes, that glimpse of something that told her to stay, but family always won over. That's why I have to move on. If I don't, then I'll never be able to see the things in other people that I've been missing for the past few months.
It is blue
It is not about you
It is all true
You know who I am
The sea never changes, not really
It is the constant in my life
I always return here to the flash of those colors
Through every window
And into the night
It's time to move on. I realized that today. Out of the blue, I got a call from a place in Portland, someone wanted to hire me for a contracting job. Me, of all people. And Portland of all places. I guess it's a Godsend. A chance to get away and get on with my life. When I told Piper, she seemed happy for me. Or at least she happy that I was out of her way. Now she and Leo can make a million babies without me throwing myself at her when she walks past. I don't know if I'll ever forget her, in fact I know I won't. She was my first love, my first real love. Now I just have to forget how she smelled, how she walked, and how she laughed. That was I won't fall in love with someone who's just like her.
Here I am dramatic
Here I am not waiting
Here I am not listening
To the call of the wild
It's like Bombay Sapphires
I can take higher
Whatever you desire
I can mend your heart
I can mend your heart
