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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

entry arrow11:11 PM | Favorite Song No. 16 : Tell Me on a Sunday

This song is so appropriate for my now. As Hendrison Go once told me, "Our goodbyes should be as good as our relationships." And what better goodbye than a song by Andrew Lloyd Webber? I used to sing this song in college, a time when the lyrics to our favorite musicals were just glimpses into the possible dramas of our lives that seem romantic in their remoteness and distance. But we were so young then, and our lives still had to unravel. I had no idea how the song could actually soon translate to speak for me what I cannot, in fact, say now.



Don't write a letter when you want to leave
Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment
I'd like to choose how I hear the news
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Let me down easy
No big song and dance
No long faces, no long looks
No deep conversation
I know the way we should spend that day
Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees
Tell me on a Sunday please

Don't want to know who's to blame
It won't help knowing
Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going

Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye
Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please

Don't want to fight day and night
Bad enough you're going
Don't leave in silence with no word at all
Don't get drunk and slam the door
That's no way to end this
I know how I want you to say goodbye

Don't run off in the pouring rain
Don't call me as they call your plane
Take the hurt out of all the pain
Take me to a park that's covered with trees
Tell me on a Sunday please.


But you chose Tuesday instead, at 6:22 p.m. Still, that's perfectly okay -- it was a quiet end to five long years... And so, goodbye, bubu. I do love you, strange as that may sound, and I wish you well. But that's why I did all these, for you. Someday you will understand why this December was so strange, for both of us. It was a heartbreaking decision to act just so, but someday you will perhaps understand.

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