September 15, 2017
It’s been a year. Not a year since we broke up, but a year since I last heard your voice.
I had that revelation about an hour ago as I was on stage in St. Louis. Right in the middle of my song, “Paris”. I wrote that song nearly two years ago now. I wrote it when you left Paris to return to DC and I continued on to the next city on my tour. I don’t remember where I was going, I only remember being on the plane while Ally complained that my humming and singing little bits of lyrics was disrupting her sleep.
I had “Paris” written before the wheels touched down in our next city.
It’s been two years since we spent a night on a boat on the Seine, and now a year since I’ve heard your laugh. Sometimes it feels like it’s all happening at once, that time is really just an illusion. Or that I’m about to wake up from a nightmare. I’m not sure which would be worse though, waking up to find I’d never met you at all, or finding out that this past year was just a dream.
I think this has been the hardest year yet. I’m glad it’s over though, because I’m going to be okay. My Strangers tour will be over in a few weeks and I’ll be back in New York. I’m not dreading it anymore though. I know you won’t be there and I’m okay with that. I think I’m going to be okay.
Yours Forever,
Jade