My new craze that is Lily Allen's 'Littlest Things'. The music simply entrances me into abandoning whatever it is I was doing and devoting my total attention. This fascination comes after Death Cab by Cutie's 'Follow You into the Dark'. Lyrics and vocals; pretty much sums up my soft spots.
Words do a lot to me, you know? The most insightful remark to have ever blurted out of my mouth was: "Memory is a very good thing. It allows you to obsess over unsettled business over and over and over again. Until you finally get down to resolving them." Actually, the moment I said it, I was taken aback. I never knew I was capable of stringing words in arbitrary combinations, only to ponder over their lucidity after. But on thought, they make good sense. Because conversations replay in my mind a long time after they have in deed ended. And that's how I guage your standing in my heart; the amount of time my brain spends wandering aimlessly in the myriad of my memories of you, not as if I have control over the mechanism :s I would recall detail after detail, incorporating each into my existing consciousness of your endearing comments, refining my impression of you with every addition. Sometimes it occurs to me to figure out the significance of certain statements, in order to make decisions about the kind of person you really are, the stuff with which you are made of, your attitude towards me and how much sincerity is being involved. These processes don't usually happen explicitly (unless, of course, you mean too much to me :p), nevertheless I am not spared the side effects.
Several times I have to exert effort so as to stop myself in the tracks of taking you too seriously. Because I don't merely hold you to the big things you promise; I remember even the minute portions. The problem being I hurt myself like that. The worst is knowing that it's not your fault, but an ultrasensitivity not reflected in the average human condition.
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