| Sting – Ghost Story Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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True story. I once loved the most beautiful young woman on earth. She told me she loved me too. We stayed together for a couple of years. Then she broke up with me. I think she got bored. I was completely heart broken, because she wasn't just a "lover", she was the best friend I had ever had. Then one night, as the band I was in (keyboards) was playing at a very popular bar, I saw her walk in. She was NOT a bar hopper. She had come to see ME. I asked our lead singer (a very beautiful woman as well) to pretend she was my girlfriend. It didn't work - I was a puppy dog for the only one I loved. She and I got back together. Another two years later, she broke up with me again. I was nearly suicidal. How could she do this?! This time the heartbreak was nearly fatal. But somehow I managed to go on. About 8 or 9 months later, going home from graduate school, I found a hand written note on my car window. It was from her. My car was in a HUGE parking lot. She had to have searched for it. She said that she worked for the business school as an admin, but that she was usually home in the early afternoons if I wanted to call. My heart REJOICED!!!! I stayed cool and didn't call right away, but you KNOW I had to call soon. After a day or two, I called. During the call I asked if she was seeing someone. Of COURSE she was. Was she in love with him? She didn't know. (???!!! Warning!) As we got off the phone, I asked if I could call her . . . once a week or so . . . she said she "guessed so". That next week I went to call her. I put in the first 6 numbers, and had my finger in the hole for the last number (yes, this was about 35 years ago). I couldn't dial it. I hung up. I dialed again, but again hung up. I decided to wait another week - you can always wait another week, right? But once you call, you have called, and that's that. So the next week I dialed . . . and hung up before the last number. What was WRONG with me?! I dialed again, but hung up. It was almost like a game. Two weeks later. Same game. Same outcome. It's now 35 years later. I still love her. I never called her again. I can't. The judge and the prosecutor keep quizzing me. The jury waits for an answer. And they wait. |
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