Three years ago, you made me write this:
It’s again past 3am. D’espairsRay made me ditch the Sandman one more time. But then again, this could also be the very last. The last time I’m losing sleep for them, the last time I’m writing a post about them. To paraphrase Neruda, though this be the last pain that they made me suffer and these the last verses that I write for them. And yet, just as it was said in the very same poem: my soul is not satisfied that it had lost them.
Every fiber in me refuses to acknowledge that this is the end. I vow then to remember this day…
I have never forgotten that day, guys. NEVER. But this is one thing I wasn’t able to uphold: that you will never make me cry again. Guess what, I’ve been crying for almost 2 hours now. And yes, here I am writing another post about you.
You are coming back. You are really coming back.
Silly me have thought that as I’ve imagined this moment a number of times, I would have been ready when the time comes. Still you caught me off guard. Bravo guys, bravo.
I am still not 100% sure whether I’ll be there to welcome you personally. But I’ll be trying my damn hardest to be there.
And no more promises of not crying. If you happen to see one girl crying her eyes out at the live, chances are that it is me. Then again, there would definitely be a lot of crying on July. Not just me.
Welcome back, D’espairsRay. You are worth every teardrop.