NaBloPoMo Day Twenty-Eight: I Just Want to Break You Down So Badly

I don't want to talk about it, but there was drama today, and Andy "broke up" with me, even though we were never that serious. I don't want to talk about it.

Instead, I want to talk about the most beautiful guitar on the planet. Her name is Bunny, and I love her so.

She's the color of ripe, seasoned, black cherries fresh from the tree. She smells like sunrise in a forest. The violin cutouts are so smooth. I literally spent ten minutes just tracing the edges with my finger. Bunny's tone is warm and more vibrant than my other electric, Sir Pettibone. I had to take a string from that guitar to put on Bunny, since the high E was broken upon arrival. She's got the softest surface I've ever felt. It really is. I wish I could take her to bed with me, and wake up next to her shining face. The hardshell case I bought is pretty nice.

This, I didn't know, but apparently, if you purchase both a guitar and a case, they ship them together. As in, put the guitar in the case and ship you that. When I first opened the box, I thought I'd just gotten the case. Which was depressing and sad. But the box was very heavy! Too heavy, one might say. It was heavy because Bunny was lying dormant inside.

I wish I could say that getting my new guitar has recovered me from the pot of shit that was today. I wish I could, because I can't. As much as I love Bunny, I'm still pining over the love that wasn't. And I don't want to talk about it.

Do you believe that you can convince yourself of something just by repeating it again, and again, and again? I don't want to talk about it.