Last Sunday (668 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 0.33 on 7 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Evan Greene <ScoutCJustice.at.aol.com> (View user info) at 2003-12-03 01:06:16 EST
Last Sunday I woke up to what was the most beautiful day in recent memory. Everything about it was perfect. It was sunny, and there was lots of blue sky, but there were enough of those peaceful, snow-white clouds in the sky to break the monotony. The sun was bright and warm, but not blinding or hot. The sky was the perfect shade of blue, not dark enough to be imposing, but not light enough to seem weak and fragile. The clouds were picturesque. They weren't dark and threatening or wispy and flimsy. They were perfectly white, and perfectly sized. They were the kind of clouds that you used to look up at while laying on the ground on summer afternoons and tried to figure out what they looked like. I caught myself imagining shapes in the clouds a few times. The air was clean and refreshing. It felt like being in the mountains, no smog, no pollution, just pure cool air. It was one of those days that is neither too warm nor too cool. You could be playing football with your buddies on the quad or just walking around or just sitting out on the patio and you would never get too hot or too cold. I don't know what the exact temperature was, but it really doesn't matter. It was perfect.
After waking on this glorious day, I went for a drive. Rolled the windows down, turned on some music and just drove. Wherever, left, right, it didn't matter. I just drove. For several hours I drove around the country enjoying the beautiful day. Taking turns whenever it seemed fit. Eventually, I found my way back home.
Later that afternoon, I played football with my buddies out on the quad. We played against some other guys that we met out there, but didn't know. We lost, but it didn't matter. The day was too beautiful to feel bad about something so trivial. We had fun, and enjoyed the day.
In the few hours of remaining daylight, I had some studying to do, but not even this deterred me from the brilliance of the day. I took my book outside and read the remainder of the daylight away.
After the sun finally gave into the horizon, I went back inside. However, I still could not peel myself from the outdoors. I went for a long walk. The clouds had moved on by this point and only black sky and stars were overhead. The air was cool. Cool enough to warrant a coat if one was just relaxing outside, but I was going for a walk so a coat was not needed. I walked for a few hours, enjoying the beauty of the night. I couldn't decide which I liked better, that day or that night. Both were perfect. If there is weather in heaven, this is what it would be all the time. I finally chose to let the day slip away, and I made my way home, and went to sleep.
Basically, to sum it up in a sentence, this was a day that you only get to experience a few times in your life. To say it was a perfect day would be doing it an injustice. It was more than perfect, which I did not think was possible. I will only have a few of those days left. Why then, did last Sunday have to be wasted? Why did one of these more than perfect days go for naught? Why does this day mock my life?
Last Saturday I broke up with a girl. The perfect girl. The girl that is beautiful and smart and funny, and what's more, she cares about me as much as I do her. The circumstances surrounding the break up are long and complex. I will not go into details, but I will go so far as to say that she made the right choice. I'll be honest and admit that. Had I been in the situation, I would have made the same choice. But just because it was right, that doesn't make it hurt any less. I went through the most beautiful day of my life with a heart ripped in two. Instead of being able to enjoy one of those rare days, I was in pain. The whole day wondering what I did wrong. I know I didn't do anything wrong, the situation was out of my control. At least, that's what I'm trying to tell myself. There is always that nagging doubt, what if I had said this, or what if I had done that? I know that there are no answers to those questions. Only time will heal the wounds. I'm still getting through this so I can't leave you with a great closing line. No profound knowledge, just these lyrics:
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly, I'm not half to man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
"Yesterday", The Beatles
User Reviews
Submitted by bonus (user info) at 2003-12-03 06:49:46 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Cock jockey.
Submitted by Petercide (user info) at 2003-12-03 05:01:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Made me smile bcause Ive had days like that, and you're right, it is better than perfect. Cheesey but true!
Submitted by bargled (user info) at 2003-12-03 01:18:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
+1 for the beatles.
Submitted by dakingisdead (user info) at 2003-12-03 01:17:16 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Dear Tom Here it is again: Monotony.
Here it is used again as an adjective: This piece was fucking monotonous!
Anyway I hate fucking Sunday drivers.
Submitted by Billy at 2003-12-03 01:15:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Smashing Pumpkins, "Today" comes to my mind. I know exactely what you mean though.
Today is the greatest day I've ever known...
Submitted by Tom (user info) at 2003-12-03 01:10:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 again because I said "Power" instead of "Post".
Give me a break, I've been up coughing and puking all day, and I'm tired.
Bed time I guess.
-Tom
Submitted by Tom (user info) at 2003-12-03 01:09:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is the first power in the history of uber in which I have seen the word "monotony".
Plus two for that.
You rulez
-Tom