Hoppípolla

Hoppipolla means jumping in puddles in Icelandic.




*this is not the music video but this was the only embed-able version of Hoppipolla by Sigur Ros.

Everything turned out to be a laughing matter when I realized (like this afternoon...haha) that I'm different from who I was 6 months ago, or specifically, around the day my ex-boyfriend, with his sad smile on his face, said "happy birthday" to me in the dirty little kitchen lightened by late-afternoon summer sun beams. That night, he told me that we should break up.

I, or I should say we, have been like kids in grown-up bodies. Two little kids acting in a love story with serious faces, sometimes hiding and sometimes pouring out their emotions. It's so funny and...more than that, quite adorable, isn't it? Still I say I "love" him with my girlish side on, but I think it's about time to stop acting on this stage and leave this exclusive showcase (well, he's been off the stage since a long time ago, I suppose). The real world is just out there, in which things are hopelessly out of hand and beautifully messed up.

This is not about moving on to the next step; I just realized we can't stop changing. It's both good and bad. We'll never know or we already know which one the change could be, but in any case, the fact that nothing stays as it has been can destroy you, or more importantly, save you. So why don't we just laugh exaggerated worries out till they get swept away from our mind? We are just as we are now, and there's no point in sticking to what we "used to" be.

And here is a personal note for you;

by the time I get to see you again, you are someone different from who I used to know, who I used to love, and who I still love. But do you know what I'm going to say? I'll ask your name and say, "it's nice to meet you." So think about your lines that follow it, OK? Then we'll start our new story all over again (doesn't need to be a love story on the same old stage, of course).

No matter how much you change, you are always my love with his sweetest smile on the face, jumping in puddles in my memory.

And lastly, as you already know, I love you.