Someone Like You

In May, my cousin got married and I was lucky enough to be in his wedding party.  My cousin asked me if I would sing a song during the reception with one of the bridesmaids and I happily agreed until his bride requested we sing "Someone Like You" by Adele. I can't figure out why this song is played at so many weddings because it really is a breakup song in my opinion.
The song turned out really well and I really enjoyed working with Kristina, the bridesmaid I sang with. While we were practicing we decided that it would also be fun to record it and give it as a gift to the bride and groom.
(Sorry, I don't know why the video size is like that and the quality is so poor :/)

This connection won't work as nicely written out as it worked out in my head but this song did make me realize a few things. For the last half of my time at High School, I was haunted by the death of the girl who I had fallen in love with. Her death made me the angriest and most upset that I had ever been and will always be one of the worst losses I will ever experience. It is something that I was afraid to heal from because I didn't want to forget or move on and disrespect her memory because I truly believe that if she hadn't died, we would still be together. But I decided that when I was abroad I had to leave my past behind and that included Hannah. I became, well, easy. I thought that casual hookups and one-night stands were just part of the traveling lifestyle and a part of the experience. The reason I had to keep my hair dyed brown is because I brought more girls back to my hotel room while my hair was that colour than when it was blonde. A small part of me might have actually believed that what I was doing was the healthy thing. But I have learnt, to best respect the people who I have left behind is to continue on in my life as normally and as similarly as possible. 

And so, I have put myself out there again, this time in a responsible and respectful way of course. I have been on a few dates with a few girls over the past few months and, there might be a girl. Nothing serious though; she doesn't even know my natural hair colour and I haven't told her about the car crash yet or how I tried to commit suicide. This isn't the time to rush, she still has a lot to learn about me and there is plenty I don't know about her; hopefully what I don't know about her isn't quite as heavy. 

This might be one of the only times "Someone Like You" can almost make sense to me. If I can find someone as kind and loving as Hannah, someone with as beautiful a soul, someone who can make me smile like she did; well then, I will be a very lucky man.