Love is Cancelled

To all my exes, dead or alive.

I am writing these words, as I sit in my apartment packed up waiting for the movers. I’ve fit my life in thirty-something boxes, shredded many photographs and documents.

Any happenings related to emotions can feel banal. This goes to break-ups, too. I’ve broken up and been broken up with many many times. What I have not really ever succeeded to do is get closure, shake hands, thus facilitate moving on.

So here is a song, dedicated to all my exes, dead or alive as such. As The Cardigans sing “for the good times that we shared and the bad times that we had”.

Cheers.