Arrivederci

It’s funny how I made this playlist three years ago, and it hits now that I’m listening to it again (Esp the Bitter Pill by Gavin James). I just realized that I need to be in a very specific headspace to enjoy certain songs. It’s like there’s an emotional checklist for it. Now I’m screaming these songs when months ago I couldn’t relate. I love when music does that.

This is a playlist for letting go. I can’t remember exactly why I made it. Maybe it was after a tragic movie—Atonement, probably. I had that tragic movies phase once.

It’s for the ones who still feel the quiet urge to send an “I love you” text, even when you know the version of that person no longer exists. Write it down instead. Then burn it. It’s kinder than reopening a wound that’s just begun to scab.

I tend to romanticize love once it’s over. My mind has this annoying habit of replaying only the good parts. But the last time I went back, I just got disillusioned. I told myself I returned to find closure—but maybe I was secretly hoping not to need it. I won’t do that again. Just burn the letter. Save yourself. And let the music bleed it out for you.