A breakup comprised of Taylor Swift lyrics
I wrote this for another blog, but then realized it didn’t fit their criteria. I still like it though, so I’m posting it here. Maybe I’ll polish it up and submit it somewhere someday, but for now, I present to you a rough version of what would happen if someone broke up with their significant other and they both spoke in lyrics to Taylor Swift songs.
Mandy and Alan met at a local coffee shop. Tension was high. Alan had been worried after he cheated on Mandy a few months ago, but she had seemed to take it fairly well at first. Ever since then, though, she had grown increasingly distant. Alan was afraid he was about to lose the love of his life.
Mandy sat across from him at the table, ignoring the vanilla latte in front of her. He knew it was serious when she didn’t even put her lips in the heart-shaped foam before it melted.
“So,” Alan said, trying to be bright. “What’s up?”
Mandy sighed. “I’ll just come out and say it. This past year has been quite the love story, but the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.”
Alan’s heart sank. “What do you mean? You are the best thing that’s ever been mine. Why you gotta be so mean?
“I’m not being mean. I just go back to December all the time, and I keep thinking you should’ve said no. You should’ve known the word of what you did with her would get back to me.”
So she knew. He should’ve known her friends would tell her. “I’m sorry…”
“You can tell me that you’re sorry, but I won’t believe you, baby, like I did before.” Her green eyes were hard.
“Look, that was just one time. Why can’t you see you belong with me?” He was desperate to convince her.
“When you said forever and always, you didn’t mean it, baby.” She shook her head.
“What about all our memories together?” he insisted. “When I think Tim McGraw, I think of your favorite song.”
She closed her eyes in exasperation. “Stop…”
“The song we danced to all night long?” he persisted. “The moon like a spotlight on the lake…”
“Don’t do this.” She leaned forward and glared. “There was a time when with you I’d dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless, but that time is over.”
“But I’m only me when I’m with you!” he exclaimed.
She stood. “It’s too late for you and your white horse to save me now.”
“Why don’t you think about this…” he began.
“No.” She started toward the door. “We are never, ever, ever getting back together. Like, ever.”