My arms limply fell through my raincoat's arms, and I push my way out the bulky restaurant door. Rain collects in my hood and mats up my hair, though, I don't acknowledge the mess a bit. My head is spinning, and no matter what I tell myself, I know I will never forget this day. Reviving back to just a few minutes ago, his eyes were glossed and red patches formed on his cheeks. Between each word of letting down the relationship with much sorrow, he clenched his teeth and tightened his jaw that featured the muscles on his face. I never wished for this to happen, I love him, but the threatening force I was challenged with prior to our break up demanded the worst.
Memories strike back with the same racing heart, and same bewildered mind. Shrinking back even farther than the break up, I recall the writing on the wall that threw my life off-guard. The few seconds that the villainous I was faced with had to threaten my life were used well, and were very effective for her. Although, my memories that are hoarding my mind aren't coming in flashes, rather raw throwbacks to the entire scene. If it weren't for the criminal that I have never met, and had she not threatened my life and relationship, I would have continued my life happily with my boyfriend. Nevertheless, she did interrupt my life, and now I'm expected to live with the one person I can't live without while he knows none of the notion.
Every step I take is a hum for help that no one can recognize and my heart aches for how he's taking the hit now. Knowing him, he will probably take the blame, which I know is unquestionably not his fault. I want to approach him and tell him everything, but it would be the end of me if I did so. Each move of mine is being stalked as if I were legendary, but the attention I'm receiving from the criminal is making me feel infamous.
Later in the week, feeling like it has been months apart, I give him a longing call and he implies that I am no longer on his mind. What he doesn't know is that I understand him inside and out. The pain in his voice bleeds with sleepless nights and endless dreams of reuniting our relationship. Overcoming the yearning to see him again is like my stomach is a wrench and every word I hear from him makes my gut hinge. As I place the phone in it's dock after the conversation, It's certain that I can never speak to him again and it's imperative for me to get out of town, and that's exactly what I do.
Leaving the chaos all behind, I mournfully drag myself into my beat up blue sedan and start the engine. Leading my way into a new life, I have no destination, little cash, and a far cry of what is needed to make a fresh start. Though I will never come back to this place again, the memories will be imprinted into my soul, rejuvenating the remembrances every day.
While the night creeps along, with the moon glowing high in the sky, my travels come to an end for today. Trying to contain my sorrows, I'm hollow inside and stupefied that got through the day. With endless days like this to come, there is little hope for me and my future. Hours tick by as the drivers seat cradles my body and welcomes me to my new life. My optimism and prayers are minor, but as I notice a spark fly across the sky, I can't help but shut my eyes and lay out my wishes for the shooting star to materialize. I wish that he will understand that I still love him; I wish that he knows it wasn't my choice to leave him; I wish that he would move on and forget that he ever knew me. The star passes and I'm only left to imagine how my life and his will play out. Though each hour that passes me by, I notice the great amount of weight that drags my eyelids to the floor, while my head occasionally bobs from asleep to awake. Before long, I give in, and I lie in my car for the night on the warm padded chair awaiting my opportunity to ignite life into my new and renewed world, ready for me to reconstruct my days from the core.
Written in the lyrics of Gavin Degraw's "Not Over You" hit, is the point of view of a man that is trying his best to overcome the sudden breakup with his ex-girlfriend. What I wrote portrays the point of view from the ex-girlfriend's eyes and explaining her reasoning for the unexpected separation. I'm just going to point out a few things that I specifically made sure to add into the creative piece that are based off of the lyrics.
Primarily, the main point I wanted to get across was how mortified the ex-girlfriend was that she had to end the relationship due to someone else's wanting instead of hers. I didn't want to get in too deep of detail about what happened the day where her life was threatened only because it would rail too far off and make it seem like she was more frightened instead of the complete depression I was looking for. In the song, the quote, "We both admit we had it good/ But until then it's alienation, I know/ That much is understood." Here, you can tell he knows that she at least loved him at one point, but now he thinks that she left him behind and she no longer has feelings for him. Partially relating to that, he sings, "And if I had the chance to renew/ You know there isn't a thing I wouldn't do/ I could get back on the right track." I added the thought that the ex-girlfriend is aware that the ex-boyfriend thinks he did something wrong because of this quote in the song. Dating someone brings out your compatibility, and she knew that he thought the ending of the relationship depended on him, which I brought out in the text that it doesn't.
From the lingering confusion between the recently separated couple, the reason why I had her leave town was vital as well. The quote, "If you ask me how I'm doing/ I would say I'm doing just fine," because it seems like they were generating exclusively simple conversation, and he felt the longing to be with her again every time he saw her. This was the same for the woman as well, that is, every time she saw him she felt that same longing. Which lead to even more sadness, not only for the ex-boyfriend, but the woman as well. The pain was too dragging, so that is why I had her leave town, into the unknown world to be able to start over.
Later, after I made her leave town, I mentioned her looking to a shooting star and desperately desiring for her dreams to come true, while awaiting her new life. What provoked me to place this in here is the single line, "Hope, hope there's a conversation." I chose this not because it was talking about the conversation, but the fact that he was longing and hoping for something to occur. When I figured that if we wants something, there must be another objective the ex-girlfriend is headed for; that would be her new life away from the threats and regrets.
Now that it the points I've made are clear, the change in the point of view is essential as well. When you are listening to the song "Not Over You" with the point of view of the man, you feel sorrow for him and wonder why the woman broke up with him. On the contrary, we don't have the perspective of the girl, accordingly we don't know what her emotions are up to at this point. Meanwhile, in the creative piece I've written, the point of view of the woman is emphasized and you feel pain for her, though, you feel deep ache for the man in this point of view in addition. On top of those sensations, there is the feeling of will for the woman to succeed in life after her love was separated by a fine line like water and oil. Although the feelings that are generated in both of the point of views differ, more information on the relationship is given in the perspective of the woman allowing the reader greater consciousness of the relationship's previously obscure points.
Resolving the details from the diverse perspectives, I just wanted to call attention to a few of those aspects that I included and why I thought to do so. The song, "Not Over You" by Gavin DeGraw, gives us many lines to be able to create an alternate perspective on the whole situation. There's always two sides to every story and this is why I chose to lay out what I did in my creative piece above.
