Better

If I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all

Born like sisters to this world
In a town where blood ties are only blood
If you never say your name out loud to anyone
They can never ever call you by it

If I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all

You're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder
And I don't understand, and I don't understand

- Regina Spektor, "Better"

For the third straight week, Nel still hasn't warmed up to her new job. Which is partly understandable considering she spent the last ten years at the same office. However, her idea of sadness is a bit unnerving. And i have limited exposure to things like that because i continually fail to see the logic of sadness in circumstances that are unavoidable. Plus, i have this tendency to make things happen for myself. So i really don't understand her completely why she dreads her new digs.

It was a conscious choice at the onset, and me being too simplistic failed to realize that things can change quickly. My brain's getting in the way of understanding that her heart is getting in the way of working. I do want her to succeed, but at the rate it's going, i'd rather she be happy.

I do wish i could just really kiss and make it better.

Will it?

Comments

Anonymous said…
sweet!
i'm sure a kiss will make it better.
i'm just not sure if it will be enough.
8:40 PM
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