When I'm gone, please speak well of me

One of my favorite bands just came out with a new album and my favorite song on it is called "Please Speak Well of Me". I have always loved the Weepies because their lyrics are so real and insightful. I know exactly how it feels to look back on a relationship and your one wish is that they can remember the good things. I have often wondered if everyone is like that, or if I am the only selfish one who wants everyone to at least somewhat like me. Does anyone else ever feel like they finally realize all the things they could do better after you break up? Life is funny like that. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1i5BUYCQRKQ

Please Speak Well of Me- The Weepies

I’ve been away a year and a day
You recognize love after the fact
You did what you did and that was that

Don’t say words that you don’t mean
When I’m gone, please speak well of me

Looking back now
I only wish I had been kinder
Did I ever know love, did I ever know love?
And could I have been blinder?

Don’t hold back all your love for someday, for someday

I would say that I’m sorry if it would do any good
But to never regret means you have to forget
and I don’t think that I could

*This recipe has very little to do with ex-boyfriends, but it is incredibly wonderful all the same.

Peach Cobbler Muffins (from Allrecipes.com)

Ingredients

3 cups all-purpose flour

1 tablespoon ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

1 1/4 cups vegetable oil

A dash of milk

3 eggs, lightly beaten

2 cups white sugar

2 cups peeled, pitted, and chopped peaches

Directions

1.      Preheat oven to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C). Lightly grease 16 muffin cups.

2.      In a large bowl, mix the flour, cinnamon, baking soda, and salt. In a separate bowl, mix the oil, milk, eggs, and sugar. Stir the oil mixture into the flour mixture just until moist. Fold in the peaches. Spoon into the prepared muffin cups.

3.      Bake 20-23 minutes in the preheated oven, until a toothpick inserted in the center of a muffin comes out clean. Cool 10 minutes before turning out onto wire racks to cool completely.


Just some fiction...

     I stared out the window and watched the fence posts quickly recede into the distance as we drove past. It was a warm July day and most of the grass fields we drove by were already a dry, golden color. My hands fidgeted nervously with the cuff on my shorts and I opened my mouth several times but no words came out. How do you say something like this? Why would I say something like this? I knew that if I thought about it too much I would just stay silent, so I stopped thinking.

  “I think I love you”

  Brief, thin silence.

  “What?...” He turned and stared at me despite the fact that he was still driving. I didn’t respond, I just looked at him and gave him an incredibly nervous smile.

  “You love me?” His face displayed every emotion of shock and maybe the beginnings of something like happiness.

  “Claire, you can’t say something like that while I’m driving! I could crash and kill us both!”

  I finally speak, “I’m sorry… I have just been thinking about it and I wanted to say something…”

  Chris breaks into an enormous smile, “Don’t be sorry. It’s just that I think you gave me a slight heart attack”

  We don’t speak for a while but we both can’t stop smiling. The conversation turns to inconsequential things and the electric excitement of the moment fades to a comfortable happiness. I don’t know what the future will bring but I am content knowing that no matter what, I said what I felt. I would have no reason to look back and wish.