Month: October 2018

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“Just because I accidentally slip and say your name
When I hear your song, it makes me insecure
Just because I know I’ll never ever feel the same
Doesn’t mean I love you anymore”

I guess you could say I’m mildly obsessed with Michael Bublé. I mean have you heard him in Haven’t met you yet? or Feeling Good (which I know isn’t one of his originals and that it was recorded in 1964). This song is challenging for me, though, because by the end of the song it’s relatively clear Bublé is trying to talk himself out of the idea that he’s still in love with the girl. I still adore the song though.

This song speaks to anyone who has ever loved someone who is no longer in their life. It resonates with me as a small town girl especially, for the same reason that Breakup in a small town by Sam Hunt resonated with me. Maine has such a long list of charms, one of which is that our state is basically a (really big) small town. You know everyone’s cousin, or mother, or aunt. There’s a sense of community here that I have yet to find anywhere else. But living in Maine and dating in Maine is challenging for that exact same reason. You know everyone. You’ve been on dates at every coffee house. Everywhere you turn there are memories attached to places and cars, to corners and to stores.

This song is beautiful because it speaks to those emotions. It speaks to that insecurity that having memories pop up that are associated with an ex, and all the feelings that come along with those memories. I know that I’m hesitant to visit my alma mater because I have so many memories associated with my college boyfriend. Certain stretches of highway remind me of certain exes. Just because you associate places with people doesn’t mean that you still love those individuals. It just means that, like all humans, you associate stimuli (smells, sounds, places, things) with people and memories.

This song (and this post) are a reminder to me and to people out there that that rush of emotions you associate with stimuli does not equate to feelings. Now go forth and make new memories.

Until next time,

Maggie