“But, I said I love you like the stars above, I’ll love you till I die,” I pleaded, desperately clutching to our relationship.
“Yes, I know that, but it’s just… well I don’t know how to explain it,” she responded in a bored and uncaring voice. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I didn’t understand. I couldn’t. After a moment of silence, her voice came back through the receiver, and said, “I guess this is good bye. Please, don’t try and keep in touch. There was a click and then silence on the other end. Now I just heard my steady breathing coming through the static in the telephone.
I slowly hung up the phone. Feeling a rush of doubt, regret and confusion, I threw myself down on the gigantic bed that sat against the wall of my bedroom. I hit the play button on the remote to turn on my iPod and sure enough the first song to come on was “Romeo and Juliet” by Dire Straits. I lay on my stomach; head buried in the pillow and let the lyrics seep into me. Every syllable, every beat every rhythm just sank deeper and deeper into my mind and filled my head with images of her, of my beloved Jenny. Mark Knopfler really must...